I’m honored to share here that the Vancouver-based Poetry Pacific published three of my poems today in its biannual issue: “This Windy Morning,” “Redbud Leaves,” and “Delaware Sheets.” You can find all three at the link below.
“This Windy Morning” envisions a ghost story for my adopted city of Roanoke, Virginia. “Redbud Leaves” is a very short nature poem I wrote while I lived among the hills of Northern Virginia, and “Delaware Sheets” is a short love poem that wrote a few years back. This third piece was published previously by Every Day Poets, Dead Snakes and UFO Gigolo.
I’m quite grateful to Editor-In-Chief Yuan Changming for selecting my work for publication. The Autumn Issue features outstanding work from 73 poets and three visual artists.
I was especially honored to see one of my recordings featured at today’s launch of the Peeking Cat Anthology 2017. The poem I’m reading is “Roanoke Summer Midnight,” the same that was selected for the annual collection.
The video is below. There are five poets featured reading their work; I am the fifth. Mine is maybe a little harder to hear than the others, although it seems perfectly audible over headphones. (My recording equipment here at home is truly rudimentary.)
I believe this is the first time I’d recorded myself reading my own work. I hope that you enjoy it, along with the excellent other poets performing here.
If you are inclined to peruse some of the year’s best indie lit, you can find a link to ordering information here. (The anthology is available in hardcover and softcover, as well as in Kindle format.) Be sure to check out my poem, “Roanoke Summer Midnight,” as well as poetry, prose, art and photography from 70 other contributors.
Editor Samantha Rose was also kind enough to interview me; you can find that right here.
Thanks, Sam, for the opportunity to see my work featured in this terrific independent literature anthology!
I keep telling people on my native Long Island how hilly it is in Southwest Virginia. Depending on where you live, you might need to walk up or down just to visit your nextdoor neighbor. It seems like nothing to people who raised here. But it can feel utterly strange at first to anyone who grew up in a region that is almost uniformly flat.