My 14 year-old self would be heartbroken to find out that I never won a Gold medal playing basketball.
My current self: equally bewildered and awed that I got one for some poems.
This mighty little book chugs on (with her new accessories).
Somehow we just sold the last few copies of the current run. Which means, we’re just four years and four months from the book’s release and the 5th print run is underway!
Boundless gratitude to each of you who is teaching “Fractures” to your high school students or MFA advisees. Send me a note if you want me to do a Zoom visit with them to talk about the work.
As always, onward. Tightening screws on this new poetry manuscript. I can’t wait for you to see it.
