In which Emma announces the debut of her chapbook, The Sad Epistles, and offers the first poem she’s written since September, which shall soon vanish.
In which Emma offers many well-deserved plugs for fabulous people, places, poets, and projects.
In which Emma discusses the realization that she is, beyond any shadow of a doubt, cursed.
I know that many of you will be making the trek up to lovely and temperate Chicago, IL, for the AWP Conference, and I want to see you there! I will be spending most of my time in the book fair, at the Georgetown Review‘s table. We’ll have many an issue for sale — and …