Phew! We poets who were writing 30 poems in 30 days during April have made it through another National Poetry writing Month.
This is when I disappear into the small-press publisher’s world of collecting, editing, proofreading, et cetera until Autumn. I’m also trying to submit more of my own poems to journals; nobody can read my work if I never publish it. Sadly poems lack wings, so they can’t fly themselves to literary journals and squawk, “Read me! Read me!”
Both the print anthology Extra MoJo! series (Hidden Charm Press) and the print journal Tell-Tale Inklings (via Tell-Tale Chapbooks) are open to submissions this spring and summer. Please go to the web sites for details; nothing adds grief to the days of editors and publishers like submissions from writers who haven’t bothered to familiarize themselves with our Press websites, much less read the Guidelines pages.
Tell-Tale Inklings #1 (Tell-Tale Chapbooks, 2015) is now on sale, discounted to $10.
96 pages. 30+ writers of narrative poetry and flash fiction and visual artists.
Cover Image: “Une Morte Balkanique” c. 2015 Mark Hanser
AVAILABLE ON AMAZON
1) My first published poem of 2015!
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.
I finished typing my first story collection Rosebud this morning.
I fixed my Goodreads Author’s Page.
Then I logged onto FB to veg for a bit…and found out that Maya Angelou died. So many Black women writers of my generation couldn’t believe how brave she was actually committing to ink what she thought and felt whether or not it was popular or acceptable. She made me feel a little less weird and alone in this world. Thank you, Miss Maya. You made my life better!
Now, in the spirit of keepin’ on, I’m going to start typing my next novella, Ramshackled.