The best of intentions...
Update on The Sealey Challenge & other things
Sealey Challenge Update
Oh, well. Once again, I had every intention of following through on the Sealey Challenge this year and posting about what I read. Instead, I did a little traveling and the whole shebang fell apart. I have continued my way through my stack, but will not give extended commentary here. (The post would be very lengthy.) But here is the ist of what I’ve read since the last time I posted:
Carl Phillips Then the War and Selected Poems
Mary Jean Chan Flèche
Robert Hass Time and Materials
Tiana Clark Equilibrium
Roberto Carlos Garcia What Can I Tell You? Selected Poems
Edna St. Vincent Millay The Harp Weaver and other Poems
Tracy K. Smith Such Color: New and Selected Poems
Other Writing News
After a long dry spell, I will have new work forthcoming soon in Stanchion and have earned my fifth skull from HAD.
My poem “Dysmorphia (Winter)” (in the current issue of Colorado Review) has been selected to appear soon on Poetry Daily.
My two full-length manuscripts and one chapbook manuscript are still out in the world, awaiting responses that should start coming in next month. Hopefully, positive, but who knows?
I was delighted to be interviewed by
and that interview went live this week.Life and Stuff
I went in to substitute teach for the afternoon on the first day of school at my old building, filling in for a friend who had to attend a family funeral. The kids were nice, the afternoon went quickly, I saw some old friends. But I got home and was TIRED. ALL CAPS TIRED. I legit yawned from 6:30 PM on like I hadn’t slept in days. A good reminder that I retired at the right time. And that teachers have one of the hardest jobs in the world.
I did a cool thing that I can’t talk about yet - it’s not related to writing at all, but it was an experience. I’ll talk about it when I can.
Tomorrow it is supposed to be 100 degrees, and we have tickets to see The Pretenders and Guns N Roses. Outside. At Wrigley Field. I assume our water costs might rival those of the rest of the evening. Maybe check with me Friday to see if I survived. (And pray that Axl doesn’t pull his usual diva, I’ll-come-on-30-minutes-late routine.)