The Sound Collector coming soon!

Well, this is exciting. At the end of February, I'll be releasing my first e-book, a novella called The Sound Collector. It will be available for all e-reader platforms, both in the U.S. and internationally, for just $1.99.

To whet your appetite even more, here's what the book's about:

For two decades, the Poet’s words have given order and meaning to Jay’s life as a quality control inspector in a match factory. Jay lives by the Poet as others may live by their favorite musician or band, memorizing every poem in each collection, and going to as many readings as he can manage. Instead of recording bootlegs, however, Jay collects the sound vibrations of the poems in small glass jars, capturing their essence. After a chance encounter with a stranger starts him yearning to connect with people, not just words, Jay’s life is revealed to him for the first time as terribly lonely. But is it too late to reinvent himself?

solo

Well, it's the end of April and the end of RePoWriMo. Hope you had a good time and were entertained -- thanks for reading, commenting, and joining in!

See you next year . . . ?

mush

Tell me I'm not the only one who woke up at 5 a.m. to watch the Royal Wedding? Here's wishing them a long and happy partnership.

One from me, one from the Amazing D. aww.

mmm, melon

One from me, one from the Amazing D. Five words to write a poem around, randomly picked off the fridge: men, melon, chops, dog, and look:

and

(second line is "they eat like dogs")

three-fer

Three poems today. First me:

and now Baseball R, a special guest post:

and finally, the Amazing D:

conciliatoriness

Walking home tonight, the fog enveloped everything. It looked just like it did in this post, from 2 years ago.

And sorry about no-post yesterday! But you get two today, one from me and one from the Amazing D, plus a bonus picture. So great!

The Amazing D picked 5 words at random from the fridge for me to use in the poem: champagne, mother, see, chain, like. And here's the result:

and here's one that the Amazing D has perfected:

and here's my muse, hard at work!

ghosts

I am not sure this is entirely legible. Here's a translation:

yesterday our ship found the haunting
no sky at the top of a swell
and no sun
but prisoners
slumped on the sea's wake
legs smeared green with old ocean
breathing work chants
coats rusty with salt spray
eyes red & mad angry & broken
our blood was ice
perhaps we are not yet them