I’m struggling in the land of constantly-dropping Internets, which is really difficult because there are so many pictures of cats on the Internets right now, and so many of those photographs involve cats in Christmas trees and engaged in epic battles with Christmas ornaments and I can’t even write about this anymore because I’ll weep. I’ve got some posts on the back-burner but until I can get them to you, here’s the deets on a poem to tide you over:
The newest issue of Segue is out, and there are some things from me waiting there for you. There’s the title poem from my currently-manuscripting-collection-in-progress, “Because of the House We Have Built for Our Language.” There’s a recording of me reading said poem with a head cold, between cough drops. There’s also a little bit of thinking about poetry and language and OuLiPo and Spanish moss and the time I got in a lot of trouble for telling my mother that “god” spelled backwards is “dog.” And there are all of the other poems and short stories and essays who are excellent company for my words. You can find the issue here, and my page here, and I thank you in advance for the visit.