Happy New Year! On New Year's Eve and New Year's Day we celebrated with friends in traditional ways involving drinking (but not too much), eating a variety of excellent foods (in small amounts, but probably, when totaled, too much), and playing games. One of the games involved hilarity in form of not being able to tell a joke. I suffer from this condition, but the queen of not being able to tell a joke was there, so she retains her crown!!
Now I am back to work: writing, editing, and, still, tallying. Another rejection came in, but also notification of publication. I have two poems in Review Americana, and here they are, taking us back to summer and fall as we settle into winter. By chance, "American Dream," which both questions and nostalgically restores the American Dream (I think...I hope...?), coincides with some journal comments excerpted in Escape Into Life today, at Be Alive.
The tricycle made of buttons and crochet work is by Marie Bergstedt, and you can find it at Woman Made Gallery, as I did! It was in their 14th International Open exhibition, as was a table full of ancient corn harvesting tools. These items and others appear in my second Review Americana poem (scroll down), "The Art of Ghosts." As does a famous funny movie.
"You must change your life," said Rilke. So that's what I keep doing. I worked as an actor and director in Chicago, wrote for an encyclopedia, edited two poetry journals, shelved and retrieved materials in several libraries, walked beans, and was an assistant professor of English. Now I serve as Poetry Editor and Editor at Large for Escape Into Life, an online arts magazine, write & edit as a freelancer, blog "eight days a week," study the random, tend perennials, and listen to birdsong.