First, please check out the details for the upcoming reading at Myopic Books this Sunday! Two absolutely fabulous women poets will be performing--Melissa Culbertson & Lauren Levato. Be there or be square!!
Myopic Books in Chicago
1564 N. Milwaukee Avenue, 2nd Floor
Sunday, July 27, 7:00pm
Second, Brandi Homan's new book, Hard Reds, is now available (and is at the top of my wish list!). Find it here.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Cerulean thoughts...
I'm feeling a little blue tonight. I plan to curl up on the sofa for the next hour with T. Jefferson Parker's California Girl.
Then, I'll cook some dinner. Have some wine. Maybe watch a DVD.
I'm just feeling vague and blah, really.
I should probably get back to the whole daily yoga thing.
Then, I'll cook some dinner. Have some wine. Maybe watch a DVD.
I'm just feeling vague and blah, really.
I should probably get back to the whole daily yoga thing.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Okay, this is just awesome...
So catch Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog before it's gone!
(I think it goes *poof* rather soon--like tomorrow.)
Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris! How can you go wrong?
(I think it goes *poof* rather soon--like tomorrow.)
Joss Whedon and Neil Patrick Harris! How can you go wrong?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
After being out of town all last week, it's hard to get back into my routine. Ack. Hopefully, I will be all caught up by next week.
We'll be reading the next round of submissions soon, I suspect. We're also dealing with a bit of an email problem, but don't fret...we're still getting your stuff! Also, we'll be making a few changes, which we'll announce on the blossombones blog. Soon, very soon...
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In poetry news, I've got a new one in Blood Orange Review [online], and two in the latest Cause & Effect (#9) [print]. A few more are forthcoming this summer!
I feel like I haven't done much writing lately. I need to get back to it, I think...I'd like to have enough done to send out a big batch of poems in the fall, but so far, it's just a *tiny* stack. So why am I blogging instead of writing poetry??? Probably because it's been way too long since I've posted!
I'll also have to post a few of my favorite vacation pics! I'll do that soon, I'm sure.
We'll be reading the next round of submissions soon, I suspect. We're also dealing with a bit of an email problem, but don't fret...we're still getting your stuff! Also, we'll be making a few changes, which we'll announce on the blossombones blog. Soon, very soon...
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In poetry news, I've got a new one in Blood Orange Review [online], and two in the latest Cause & Effect (#9) [print]. A few more are forthcoming this summer!
I feel like I haven't done much writing lately. I need to get back to it, I think...I'd like to have enough done to send out a big batch of poems in the fall, but so far, it's just a *tiny* stack. So why am I blogging instead of writing poetry??? Probably because it's been way too long since I've posted!
I'll also have to post a few of my favorite vacation pics! I'll do that soon, I'm sure.
Saturday, July 5, 2008
the curse of the pricey shampoo, etc...
I did it again...bought expensive shampoo in the hopes it would help me to look slightly less like a cross between Al Sharpton and Medusa. So, of course, it leaked all over my bag. About a quarter of the bottle. Which I estimate to be about $3.00 worth of product. Bummer.
Also--damned immune system acting up at the worst possible time. My hands blistered up overnight and I can barely type. Ugh.
Thus, I will be blogging less while I wait for time and hydrocortisone to work their magic.
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On the upside: My poem, "From the Diary of Vesta" has been accepted for the summer issue of Whistling Shade! Happy, happy.
Also--damned immune system acting up at the worst possible time. My hands blistered up overnight and I can barely type. Ugh.
Thus, I will be blogging less while I wait for time and hydrocortisone to work their magic.
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On the upside: My poem, "From the Diary of Vesta" has been accepted for the summer issue of Whistling Shade! Happy, happy.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
confessional poesy
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The new clock in this room is ticking and I realize that movement is an illusion. There is the laundry, the sun-brewed iced tea, the vacuum tracks on the stairs. My husband overslept today and I felt responsible. My son needs reminders to wash his face. I should lose twenty pounds, get a Ph.d, become someone who travels to foreign countries on a whim. India. Switzerland. Katmandu. I could do without spiders. I carry poetry in my purse, just in case. This book is you. This book is me. Only in a parallel universe can I be the one who defines us by tracing diagonal lines mown across the grass.
The new clock in this room is ticking and I realize that movement is an illusion. There is the laundry, the sun-brewed iced tea, the vacuum tracks on the stairs. My husband overslept today and I felt responsible. My son needs reminders to wash his face. I should lose twenty pounds, get a Ph.d, become someone who travels to foreign countries on a whim. India. Switzerland. Katmandu. I could do without spiders. I carry poetry in my purse, just in case. This book is you. This book is me. Only in a parallel universe can I be the one who defines us by tracing diagonal lines mown across the grass.
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