I have exciting news. Between working many hours and seeing many friends, I have been able to scramble a bit of writing time and submitting time. I will have two pieces appear in Fried Chicken and Coffee, a southernly magazine. And there will also be a review of my chapbook in there as well! Also, a journal I have been admiring and finally got the gumption to submit to has accepted two sections of my ever-on-going-what-do-I-call-this-prose-or-poetry piece, Aura Girl. The journal is out of Manchester, UK: Sein un Werden.
And now, a new poem from yesterday after waking up to snow petals. The first bits of white this year.
Woke slow to salt-lick fur, the brow of earth,
eye-field, plowed in surprise–the weight,
my animal heart, woke to the patter of snow.
I don’t know how to wake. I don’t know
the graves of trees. The end, a beast
in quiet fleece, a peace, waits for me.