JANUARY, 2015

1) My first published poem of 2015!

https://silverbirchpress.wordpress.com/2015/01/19/airmail-by-mignon-ariel-king-i-am-waiting-poetry-series/

2) Links to the published books of my autobiographical pentalogy. 
[Book II, v.2 of the poetry (trilogy within a trilogy) “A City of Trees” will also be published this spring by ALL CAPS Publishing.]

Book I (memoir) 
How a survivor of the 1990s race, class, and gender wars in academe transformed into a middle-aged writer and small-press publisher.

Book II (poetry) 
Inspired by the poetry of Charles Bukowski.

Book III (novella) 
A love story for people with brains.

 

3)  I’ve finished my novella (Ramshackled), which is more of a novelette, and will be publishing it along with 26 microfiction tales about 26 women (working title: Rosebud).

4)  I forgot.  I did a lot of bookmaking last year.  Exhausting!  But it’s nice to see it all booked up this year.

 

DECEMBER 2014

First Night, of course.  $10.  http://www.firstnightboston.org/

 

What’s up with me?  Writing Moby-Dick poems.  Keeping these old bones warm.  Looking wistfully out the window for some real snow.  Creating sentence fragments.  Trying to fix my memoir image, as it keeps showing up backwards.  Eep.

Dropping the Mask (Hidden Charm Press, 2014)

Dropping the Mask Coming from Hidden Charm Press Artwork: copyright 2012 Patricia Wallace Jones

Artwork: Copyright 2012 Patricia Wallace Jones

 

 

 

March 15, 2014

Only halfway through the month, here I am posting.  Awake at midnight with pain shooting down my spine and the backs of my legs.  Sniffing a menthol stick because my allergies are acting up – allergic to a sunny day? – or maybe it’s a cold because my heart is racing a bit.  Cannot get comfortable worth a damn!

Yet, I feel crazy-happy!  The cover of my memoir is done.  I still can’t do page numbers, so don’t ask when it will be published, but it’s done.  And the feature for my Buk tribute poems was fantastic Monday.  Yup, I’m wiped out for a week after one social engagement/creative work event, but I’m pretty tired after a day of laundry too yet laundry doesn’t leave me smiling like in the photo below!

Dropping the Mask Coming from Hidden Charm Press Artwork: copyright 2012 Patricia Wallace Jones

Dropping the Mask (Coming 2014, Hidden Charm Press)
Art:  “With My Own Eyes”  C. 2012 Patricia Wallace Jones

Celebrating Women's History Month at Stone Soup Poetry - the Buk feature

Celebrating Women’s History Month at Stone Soup Poetry – the Buk feature

photo by shannon o’connor

 

 

Finished for the Summer!

Finally done with all the creative work I needed to do this summer.  Two months of Friday and Saturday work binges, but now I get to relax for August.   Good timing.   Scared to think how hot August could get.   Can’t wait for Autumn!

Now all there is to do is decide whether to risk screwing up the first Hidden Charm Press book by doing the whole thing myself since I won’t have any dinero to pay experts any time soon.  I’m so excited to get to the second book that I finished its mss. ahead of schedule.   The Extra MoJo! anthology (The Best of MoJo! Issues 1-10) will be around 100 pages when it’s done.   It makes the two+ years since I started the online journal feel so incredibly rewarding.

I Miss My Muddy Water!

OMG!   The water main broke, so we have to boil water here in Beantown before drinking it.  It tastes nasty as hell boiled!  Well, technically, it tastes like absolutely nothing.  Boston water, even with the too-much chlorine and other junk added since I was a kid drinking the good stuff, is like its architecture.  It has Chahm! I don’t even care that I brushed my teeth in the iffy back-up reservoir water before getting the FYI on that; I just care that the water tastes too pure, like unspoiled woodland or rainforest water.  This is the city, baby.  Give me some rust.

Kanye, Brother, what the…?

I was all ready to say, “The media is blowing things out of proportion again!” but that was unnecessary, Kanye.  Truthful, but not necessary.  She’s 19.  It makes sense that we’re just not that into her, but let the girl enjoy her moment.  Call her.  Twitter.  Something.  But apologize already!

[Update:  He did apologize the evening this was written.  I think he’s right to deduce that he seriously needs a vacation.]