I was honored to be asked again to partner with a Vivo Contemporary Gallery artist for its Giving Voice to Image exhibition. The project is a collaboration of art and ekphrastic poetry. For my part, I visited Tracy King’s studio and selected a painting of hers to compose a poem about. (The resulting poem is called “Dolphin Thought.”)The show opens in March, and on April 3 at 5:30 pm will be the first of two readings where the poets and the artists present their work. The show will be commemorated in a publication. Among the other poets I am proud to be among in this project are Diane Castiglioni, Gary Worth Moody, Barbara Rockman, and Jeanne Simonoff. The second reading will be May 1 at 5:30 at Vivo, 725 Canyon Road in Santa Fe.
I don’t know how editor Edward Byrne does it, as I’m sure his well-known journal is as inundated with poetry manuscripts as any other, but he usually renders a decision within a fortnight of my sending. Mostly, for me, it’s been rejections, but this time he accepted “Apple Tree–” for the Summer 2020 issue of Valparaiso Review. The name of this journal for me conjures a few days spent last year in Chile’s picturesque seaside town of this name with amazing murals climbing the hills. However, this magazine’s Valparaiso is a small college town in Indiana, many miles from any ocean.
The poet Brian Daldorph, a British native and long time editor of Coal City Review, has honored me with the publication in issue 43 of a poem and a super review of my book, Previous Lives, by Maryfrances Wagner. The poem is a pantoum about man who compulsively steals subway trains. The review says lots of positive things. To find out more about Coal City Review, go to: https://coalcitypress.wordpress.com/about/
The distinguished magazine, Stand, edited on both sides of the Atlantic and produced out of Leeds University, Great Britain, accepted a poem I’ve been working on quite a while. “Getting the Right Tone” has its roots in a European train trip, and has evolved from lined verse to a prose poem. I hope to see fellow Sandy Point Writer Resident Mary Gilliland’s work in the same issue, as I know her poem(s) also made it past the first cut on this side of the Atlantic.
Happy was I to find in my black mailbox my contributor’s copy of the 13th Edition of the I-70 review! This Kansas City, Missouri-based magazine, is edited by Gary Leichliter, Greg Field, and my friend, Maryfrances Wagner, who also did the surreal cover art collage. This edition is chock full of my poet friends. There’s prolific Walter Bargen, Woodley Press’ Al Ortolani, and, from Emporia, Kevin Rabas (currently serving as KS poet laureate). Also, poems by William Sheldon, who edited my book Horsetail, and his talented son, Tyler Sheldon are included. Alarie Tennille from The Writers’ Place is in it as well is my BGSU MFA program classmate, Phil Sterling. The poems of mine in this journal are atypical–one is a prose poem, one is about leaf-cutter ants with a veiled reference to the moving forest in Macbeth, and the 3rd has purple lemurs and clueless scientists.
Mona Lydon-Rochelle had to cancel her appearance with me at Bookworks on October 16th at 6 PM. I am happy to announce that Stella Reed, author of the prize-winning Origami, will be joining me instead.
I am pleased to be scheduled to read at Bookworks on October 16 at 6 PM with Mona Lydon-Rochelle. Mona is the author of On the Brink of the Sea and Mourning Dove. She is a medical professional as well as a poet who has worked with Doctors Without Borders. She hails from Bainbridge Island, Washington. I will be reading from Previous Lives and Any Song Will Do. Bookworks is at 4022 Rio Grande Blvd NW, Albuquerque, NM.
It’s been six years since the estimable Sin Fronteras/Writers Without Borders has accepted a poem of mine, but I’ve been fortunate enough to have published several poems there since issue #5 in 2001 (they’re now working on issue 24.) Though there are some new names to me in the editorial staff, I believe Michael Mandel has been there the whole time. This poem is called “Hospital,” and it concerns my brother-in-law’s demise.
The Beloit Poetry Journal accepted “My Only Son–Relapse,” a poem in pantoum form. Fortunately, the events that gave rise to the poem are receding into the past. This journal has been in business since 1950. What I don’t know is where it is–there is a Beloit, WI, and smaller towns of that name in other states. Their postal address is a PO Box in Windham, Maine.