“Still, we enjoy our lives…”

“Still, we enjoy our lives…”

My heart rate increases slightly when a cover emerges for a manuscript I’ve jaunted for a year with its authors. An oil painting by a San Saba rancher of his love, Joan, encompasses both gaze and indifference to gaze. Our many gods and devils are in the details...
The Looking Distance and Our 2023 Short List

The Looking Distance and Our 2023 Short List

A great ‘voice’ is merely a great voice. Maybe it modulates. Softens or moves up the register. Terrific. Now what? The problem with voice is that you work so hard to find it. Then you find it and there is no where else for it to be. No longer searching for voice, you...
To blurb or not to blurb

To blurb or not to blurb

We went into the cypress and black water to read manuscripts and when we came back there was a whole conversation about blurbs. As usual, we missed it and just did our own thing. We’re not against love and gold stars and trying to to land teaching jobs and reading...
Breakfast in Fur

Breakfast in Fur

Once a book contract is signed, the rush for blurbs is so rushed. Especially for a debut collection. As if the years of creating would still depend on green lights, even after publication. As if each book were a traffic intersection. As if it still needed whistle...
National Poetry Day to Drake’s Birthday

National Poetry Day to Drake’s Birthday

 October 3 to October 24, when the beach rentals are price reduced, and the municipal pool is closed but not covered up, and it’s still a month before Thanksgiving, and the threat of new syllabi is long gone, and it’s cold then it’s warm and if it’s cloudy it...