join me for a kiss at lake michigan in up the staircase’s 1 year anniversary issue. i’m *thrilled* over this poem getting accepted for a buncha reasons: 1) it’s one of the poems chicago gave me. 2) it’s about my and alex’s second night in chicago and the moon was HUGE and it was warm and it was lovely and i never hardly ever write husband poems and *sigh* and 3) i like just wrote it last month. then go up and down the stairs to read the likes of the marvelous j michael wahlgren, aka one of the best editors in the world (and he to whom i owe that i have more good news later), heather cadenhead, and some of the finest featured writers of their last year including nanette rayman rivera and rachel custer. *whew* if i weren’t all tired out from kissing in the city… i’d be tuckered from all this good poetry!

then, head out to the blood pudding press website to get your order in for this scrumptiousness: spider vein impasto. i mean, c’mon: you HAVE to order this. it’s got the BEST TITLE EVER! i can’t wait to see my fellow spiderbites:

see what juliet has to say:

so, i’ve decided you should be celebrating *~*NAtioNAl PoETry MoNtH*~*
you can do that in myriad ways, of course, by starting with clicks above by which i mean you can go read moi:
check out the last woman in love at no tell–no telling what’s up her sleeve, or her petalseed, eh?
or, go above to read the tourist poemas.

okay. so, now that you’re bored with me, don’t fret, there’s still plenty other you can do:

check out my editrix’s new venture: slant which has a third batch of dysfunction all ripe & ready (yeah, so i am a little slow) go, read it. you know you wanna. and, for goodness send something. you know you wanna.

or, in pursuit of small press excellence (even tho small press month was last month and i don’t recall reading that much about it) you can head on over to tilt and pick up our latest (which, yeah, i am waaaay slow on too): hanna andrews’s a / long / division i met hanna at the awp and was all agiggle and twitter over the happy that is her chappy! she’s good po–go get it!

boycott the greed at the bigtime napomo conglom (worser than the bailout peeps, bankers & automakers, imho):
http://www.poets.org/page.php/prmID/540 i’m not EVER giving them money. EVER! the nerve. i mean.

participate with the myriad pos who’re doing it to it all over the blogosphere:
http://cacklingjackal.blogspot.com/2009/03/napowrimo-participants.html#comments

or, for some real perspective, check out what the very wise sarahj says about napomo:
 http://theraininmypurse.blogspot.com/2009/04/get-out-your-apeshit.html

my thanks to molly & reb for booking my stay!

p.s.: means i have a mss ready for publication; who’s game for it?!

i’m in exceeding good company there-with the likes of nanette rayman rivera and laura hirneisen-scroll through all 13 poemas!
i am totally eat up with covet over cassandra key’s ink!
*swoon*

then, head over to six little things where you can find a new sort of prose-y work here:six little things is a lovely journal devoted to the prose poem with each issue based upon a theme from six bricks press this issue had the very ticklish and tricky theme entitled "glass rooster"– go here to see my contribution. my great thanks to bard cole and 6 little things! and, my eternal thanks to aragon for heads-upping this venue–only she could lead me to a crystal cock!

more poetry news next week wherein i check in at a certain motel and will be feeling quite diagrammatic at rest & in motion…

the incredibles, aka arlene & valerie, asked for a lil sumsum from this old nugget.
i thank them profusely (& provocatively~wink~)
my gratitude also to phyllis & dennis–lovely editors all, with whom to work.
*bow*

you never know what’ll happen!

i’m especially thrilled and humbled to be working with some of the finest female editors around.

i’m working through some new poems and trying to create a body to work with while trying to compile a full-length work. i’ve the titles for 2 collections and am trying to work towards finalizing them. what i’ll do after that, is god’s own mystery.