No, I still don’t post here, but I would hate for anybody to think I haven’t been writing.
I have a new micro-chapbook manuscript of miniature poems (10 lines or less) I’ve been shopping around to publishers, as well as a growing sequence of prose poems that have consistently left print and digital publication editors of all stripes duly unimpressed.
Louis Jenkins makes it look easy. Russell Edson, Christopher Kennedy and Daniel Grandbois, too.
Here’s one of my unimpressive prose poems in case you don’t believe me:
The former kings of high school slow dances stalk local grocery aisles late every Sunday night. Hobbled shopping carts are their partners in middle age. Fluorescent lights hum their lonely song.