(old photo from Vannoy)
Heavy revision this weekend with the help of one of my incredible readers. One of the first lessons I learned is one of the easiest ones to allow myself to forget: Gotta be ready to kill the babies. Some are lines, some are whole poems. In my case, there was also the word "baby," and now they're just about all gone. Except two, and one is an actual baby. Some poems I've been kicking around for a few years needed to be kicked out. Maybe they'll get better. Maybe they'll be parts-poems that I can use to get another one up and running.
Today's priorities: print and re-order it; send out 3 more job applications; send out a few poems.
Meanwhile, Guth's gone pink for October. Go find out why.
We've also got a little bit of her over at 9L--dig!
Shanna's got 4 cover options.
A long poem I found with the Poetry Tool searching under Gratitude as the occasion:
Thou Shalt Not Kill
A Memorial for Dylan Thomas
Source: The Collected Shorter Poems (1966).