Hannah R. Green, editor of The Vehicle, has accepted two of my poems, the somewhat autobiographical “Beanstalks” and my extremely humble stab at a ghazal, “Tension.” The Vehicle is a biannual literary magazine produced by the students of Eastern Illinois University. I think it’s mostly online but puts out an annual print issue. At least, that’s what Duotrope says. I’m happy to get two of my pieces into The Vehicle, grateful to Hannah and the rest of the editorial board for taking them, but somewhat nervous that my friend and colleague, the ghazal-loving Adeeba Shahid Talukder, will soon be able to read “Tension” and incinerate it with her scorn after it fails to meet her standards. Then again, I’m always nervous at the thought of anyone I know reading and judging my poems that have been published online.
The Madison Review, an independent literary arts journal published semiannually through the University of Wisconsin-Madison, has accepted “Inside the Box,” a poem by Martin Ott and me, for an upcoming issue. I think The Madison Review has moved from print to online, but either way, we’re happy and grateful to appear in it. “Inside the Box” will also be included in Yankee Broadcast Network, our second collaborative collection, when it comes out next year on Brooklyn Arts Press.
Once again, many thanks to the editors of The Madison Review!
Here’s some exciting news from a fresh direction! My friend in Southern California, Kevin Ridgeway, one of the most prolific, enthusiastic promulgators of the poetic spirit I know, is preparing to establish a poetry press with his girlfriend and her sister. The venture, Paint Press, should be up and running by 2014, producing chapbooks by poets from around the world. They apparently have already slated a young American writer for the press’s first release, and they will also be working with writers in Russia, India, Africa and Afghanistan to start. While their website is still pretty bare-bones for the moment, you can at least join their email list and learn right away once the Paint Press poetry machine starts chugging along at full power. I wish Kevin & Co. all the best as they inaugurate their careers as midwives to great collections of poetry.
On a Sunday filled with biting cold wind and chronic dental pain, it was a pleasure to hear from Bryan D. Dietrich that he and Marta Ferguson, co-editors of Drawn to Marvel: Poems from the Comic Books, had selected Martin Ott‘s and my poem, “With This Ring,” for their upcoming (February 2014) anthology. “With This Ring,” a meditation on the life and commitments of a Green Lantern, is the first poem from our third collaborative manuscript to be accepted somewhere. This third manuscript, American Wonder, is a growing collection of poems about superheroes and supervillains, a project we’re very excited about.
Stacey Chase, poetry editor for Portland, Maine’s The Café Review, has chosen my poem “The Anxiety of Influence” for an upcoming issue. I’ve gotten used to emails, so it was a nice change of pace to get an acceptance on paper, complete with little handwritten notes. The poem’s a little offbeat, too; I used regular meter and rhyme, not my regular bag. I’m eager to get my contributor’s copy of The Café Review so I can see how much formal poetry they publish per issue.
The fix is in! Brooklyn Arts Press, led as always by its valiant leader Joe Pan, has agreed to publish Yankee Broadcast Network, the second volume of collaborations by my usual partner in poetic crime Martin Ott and me, in time for Christmas 2014. Yankee Broadcast Network, which follows 2012′s Poets’ Guide to America, trades the earlier volume’s geographical preoccupation for a panoply of poems on television and television culture, pieces on which we’ve been working since March 2011.
Martin and I are over the moon about this renewed opportunity to be a part of the Brooklyn Arts Press family. Among other reasons, Joe’s a class act and one hell of an editor. He and his crack team of publishing commandos make great books, including recent offerings like Heather Morgan’s Today’s Scrambled Creatures, Julia Cohen’s Collateral Light, Jen Besemer’s Telephone, and Jonathan Allen & Anselm Berrigan’s LOADING. Give at least one of them a whirl while you wait for Yankee Broadcast Network to come out.
Exciting! With excitement!
I used to be pretty good at going to open mics and at writing down who read which poems at these events. (That’s your cue to look through my archives up through July 2012.) Now I’m in a place with far fewer open mics. Scott Beal, Karrie Waarala, and Fiona Chamness run Skazat! at Sweetwaters. Lindsay Stone and Garret Potter have recently restarted on a weekly basis the Ann Arbor Poetry Slam at Silvio’s Pizzeria. That’s great. But that’s about it. And Skazat! is only once a month. And I’m not yet into the energy of slam, with its judging and rankings. And I’m sick of my old work. And I’m protective of my new work. In short, the 2013 Ann Arbor/MFA paradigm is not the 2011-2012 Southern-California/underemployed paradigm. I’m just not in a psychic place anymore to play Johnny B., Cub Reporter. So I apologize, good people, for letting this blog devolve into a litany of formulaic thank yous.
Wait. Something downstairs is making a funny regular thumping sound, like a groundhog in the washing machine. Is the furnace going to explode? What the hell?
OK, so yeah. I apologize, good people, for letting this blog devolve into a litany of formulaic thank yous. I do want to keep being grateful, something that hasn’t always come naturally to me. But I’ll try to vary the flavor of the posts a little more in the future.