I was kindly reminded that it had been too long since I’d written here, and that’s true. The amount of time absent has built up quite a bit of news. Five weeks tomorrow I fly to DC then Hartford, CT and then drive to Northampton, MA.  I truly finished Oxford. I spent my final term there thinking a lot about lyric address and power and sex, which ended up being a thesis on Dorothea Lasky and Lucie Brock-Broido. I don’t think I have worked out all I want to on the idea of lyric address, or the power structures of lyric. More recently though, at my parents’ farm and taking time truly out, I’ve been reading colour theory in an attempt to understand my own totemic use of it in poems. I’m a little worried that sometimes it is lazy thought: I want to know what I mean when I say red.

The always enigmatic and also just plain excellent >kill author has announced that after three years, their August issue will be their last. As much as the possibility of finding out who the anonymous editors are thrills me, this news is truly sad. >kill author were one of the first places to publish poems of mine when I came back to poetry. And though I do not know their names, I need to thank them for a lot more than that– they have been unfailingly supportive, not only of my writing but other projects. When ILK was being schemed, >ka gave us endless amounts of advice, and we wouldn’t be here without them. Since discovering >ka late in 2010, not an issue has gone by that hasn’t challenged and expanded my concepts of writing.

Speaking of ILK, it has done some exciting things recently. Issue Four came out with a focus on found poems and currently ILK FIVE is taking submissions for an all-women issue and already we are electrified by what’s coming in.

I have some poems forthcoming in The Yalobusha Review Online and in an anthology of etiquette and many-headed angels curated by the wonderful James Tadd Adcox. You should buy Tadd’s book. That is around number 6 on my to-do list when I get to Massachusetts. I can’t have any more physical books to transport… it’s a lot.

And some more large news! dancing girl press, has very very kindly decided to publish a chapbook of mine– ‘small colours like wild tongues’ later this year. dgp are a superstar among small presses, and I could not be more excited. Especially to be label mates with sweet poets like Lucy Biederman, Laura Carter, and Kat Dixon. So thank you thank you Kristy Bowen! She tireless makes beautiful things.

Sorry for the deluge, I should write real, unselfish thoughts soon. I’ll tell you what colour I dream in.