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Thrilling! Talking Pictures is now officially available. I'm a little speechless now that the publisher's link is up.  I'll let the poems speak (talk) for themselves.  These are a selection from the section titled "J & J."

 

Aches, bunions, corns doctors examined.

Festering grumble held intact.  Jack’s karyo-

Lymph manifested nearly orphic pain.  Qualified

Radial sensors targeted unusual veins, while

X-rays Y-chromosomes zapped.  Zones yielded

xeric weltschmerz , vast  unrequited temporal

sadness: restless, quivering, perpetually

overwhelmed, needing menstrual love. 

Kind Jill, indigent heroine, gracious

Faun, eased despair. Calm brow arched. 

Just as he

Aches & knows its source but

Can’t know the source,

Knowing instead he must tread

Around it, she too

Needs to find the substance of her

Dreaming.  Together they walk,

Jack & Jill, toward the rising mist

Ill-equipped to confront their

Longing, but bravely refusing to

Leave it any longer.

There's 50 pages of this stuff!  Only $15.00.  Click on the picture.  It'll take you there.

So much for shameless self promotion.  I'll report from readings when I get there.

Won't you please come to Chicago?

10:30 pm--the eve of AWP.  I'm exhausted from the planes but happy to be here.  A weird trip, however.  First off, the hardware holding the strap to my laptop case spontaneously shatters (lesson one: don't buy cheap briefcases at Marshalls!).  Is this an omen?  Next, the turbo-prop scheduled to take me from Ithaca to LaGuardia breaks on the tarmac.  I later heard that the pilot heard a popping sound when it was landing--never a good thing.  A hectic re-booking not just on different flights, but on different airlines.  A few hours later I'm standing at a counter in Philadelphia, being told that yes, I've been booked on a flight to Chicago, but no, they don't have a seat for me.  I'll just have to wait to see if one opens up (it does).  After that, high clouds and turbulence and a very shaky, but successful landing.  Now I'm at the Congress Plaza Hotel typing this; a hotel that may or may not be in the middle of a labor dispute.  It's old and ornate and filled with AWP conventioneers (do we get mouse-eared hats with our registration packet?).  Big day tomorrow:  11 am--book signing at  Cervena Barva Press table; 4:45 U of AZ MFA reading will Amy Pence, Val Martinez, Ann Cummins and others.  I'm feeling all "writerly" and stuff!  Mostly, it'll be fun.

Latest News

As of Tuesday (2/7) my new book, Talking Pictures, has gone to press.  I will have copies in hand for the AWP Conference at the end of the month. Yippee!  I love the cover (which I'll have to upload from a different computer).

Meanwhile, on Tuesday night SUNY, Oneonta hosted Arthur Flowers--novelist, griot storyteller supreme.  He brought out all the bells and whistles (and conch shells and harmonicas and kalimbas!). A mesmerizing event.  We look forward to having him back again, maybe after his new novel (from which he read excerpts) is published.