I’m so honored to have won the New Jersey Poets Prize from the Journal of New Jersey Poets, which I received this spring at the County College of Morris. Here’s the news story about it. I was glad mom could accompany me, and was glad to see poetry friends from near and far. Thank you!
I am honored that this poem appeared in the beautiful inaugural issue of One today. The poem is pretty recent, and is part of my third ms., which is “currently seeking a publisher.” It’s a stack of papers with no eyes. It can’t seek anything. “Currently deserving a publisher”? I’ll settle for “doing the rounds.”
The Novice Insomniac, to the Crescent Moon
No more four inside-out mouths, inconsolable.
They’ve stopped, so I start my coronation anthem
to the future, wedding song for moon and earth shadow,
slimmest sky claw, lid of tight sleeper, more regal
than dawn. The others splay their riffs over sunrise
with that smug pride of early risers, excited by a mere day.
My eyelash, egg-crack, heralds a month, must be coaxed in
with vigor, over pornographic peonies, over other proofs
that the known is never flat, but shaped like song
spreading in resonant dusk, as we, the musically insane,
scribble our songs over the yard. So future, come quick,
come quick. Bring warm branches, shifting swarms,
sturdy fledglings, soft landings, rain, soaring. I sing
until I sleep mid-note, no reason to pause ever, forever.
I went running beforehand, just at dawn,
heard a varied thrush, down from the mountains.
And I could’ve gone home happy then.
I wore my most fabulous garment, a coat,
even when I was indoors. Because every writer
needs a security blanket. And every other writer
needs a companion dog. But I get that.
It is hard to be with twelve thousand people
who all want the two tablespoons of fame
available in our measly genre. Very hard.
I have never heard of anybody. Or met anybody. Or read anybody.
I have never done anything with trochees.
Is it too late? I write down quotes.
Feeling grateful today to the internet, which brings good news on its snowy cat feet. First off, thank you, Kelli Russel Agodon, for your kind words about my poems in Writer’s Digest!
I am honored to be in great company: Brenda Shaughnessy, Christine Garren, Eduardo Corral, and Richard Siken!
In other news, I’m shopping around a new manuscript, called Abloom and Awry, and am planning some readings with George Witte in the spring (congrats on your upcoming book, George!) Also I have some good news in the works, but am not allowed to tell yet, so keep an eye on this space…
My books are available through me here, and the free shipping offer still stands if you buy both poetry books. In fact, I can get them in the mail today!
Here’s where you can buy an autographed, inscribed copy of my second book, out last month from Word Press in Cincinnati. $19 plus $3 shipping. Drop me an email if you want it inscribed to anyone, and/or if you’d like to buy The Gospel of Galore, for $16 plus $3 shipping. Free shipping if you purchase more than one book. Thanks!
I have been pretty busy running around the country talking about homeless young people for my first non-fiction book, Almost Home: Helping Kids Move from Homelessness to Hope, but am now very excited to present my second poetry book, which will be coming out in 2013. It’s called Precise, and Word Press in Cincinnati is kind enough to be publishing it. They published The Gospel of Galore too. The new book has its own website here, please check it out!
Tina Kelley interview with Dr. Ed Yaw starts at 9:39 and goes to 19:44. Honored to share the studio with Sander Zulauf and Marvin Silbersher.