Hi, friends! It’s been awhile since my last update. I don’t really have any news to report on the writing front, besides all the stories and poems I have out on submission waiting for responses. I should have a tiny story published at some point this year, and I’m still waiting to hear about a poem that was accepted last year. Publishing can be like that sometimes, and after the whirlwind of stories sold and published in 2022, I need to remember to be patient.
One thing I’ve been enjoying lately is just to get my words down in some poem-shaped thing, either while outside a café writing longhand or tinkering in a Word Doc on my computer. We’ve had a busy few months with the end of the school year and my youngest graduating sixth grade. All the busyness of the season made me pause enough yesterday to really analyze how I’ve been functioning through the overwhelm. And from that pause, I created a poem known as a “concrete poem” or a “shape poem.” I love it when writers write text that “fits its container,” so to speak, and I wanted to see if I could do it, too. This poem, with its run on sentences and lack of punctuation, feels like what anxiety might look like in visual form, and that’s really the only content warning I think it needs.
That’s all I have for now. The summer is about to start for my kids, and it will be a busy one for all of us with some moments of downtime here and there. I hope you all have a fantastic May, and I hope you’re able to take some time to pause and breathe and enjoy it.
As, always, thanks for reading.
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