Happy New Year! I hope 2014 is generous and kind to you and yours. (And, also, to me and mine!)
I spent New Year's Eve at home, relaxing by a fire, and enjoying being home. Just the right amount of bubbly. Did I mention how happy I am to be home?!?
For Christmas, I got a gift card to Amazon and spent it that very evening. I purchased some music, some replacement music since I tend to be rough on the cds in my car, and also, and I know you'll find this shocking, some poetry books. I bought: Incarnadine by Mary Szybist, Quelled Communiques by Chloë Joan López--but that's sold out so I was disappointed, but will retry, and
Stay, Illusion by Lucie Brock-Broido. I cannot wait to get those and dig in.
I have a poem here, at Cider Press Review, which has just started taking simultaneous submissions, so I urge you to submit. It's a very pretty journal, too, and easy to navigate.
And I have an interview with the fabulous Diane Lockward, here, at IthacaLit, another very beautiful journal. I asked Diane about her book, The Crafty Poet, which has been and continues to be incredibly helpful to me and I'm sure you as well. So pick it up.
New years' morning
A low, quiet music is playing--
distorted trumpet, torn bass line,
white windows. My palms
are two speakers the size
of pool-hall coasters.
I lay them on the dark table
for you to repair.
Copyright © 2010 by Carl Adamshick. From Curses and Wishes (Louisiana State University Press, 2011).