Despite the fact that I'm always crazy with things to do, I've had some luck publishing some things. Two new poems are up for grabs in the print world:
Anon (a British rag, how fitting for me!) picked up two poems: "Another Version," and "A Note to a Dragonfly."
Pretty sweet!
In other news, I'm going to be taking on some HR duties at Clampco, my dad's factory. I figure this is a good way to get some professional experience under my belt while I'm slogging away in adjunct land. Might look good on the vitae when I have some more poems or a book published and I'm in the right place at the right time.
Some might say it's a career change, but for me, being a writer was never about sitting in a library or coffee shop all day and riffing off of ideas. My work has always come from things I live. And you can't get much more living than clocking in next to people who bleed blue collar work, and coming home with the smell of blueprint ink and the oil from roll form steel on your clothes. That's inspiration.
The best part about it is that I won't have to worry about money so much in the meantime, and Shannon and I can buy a house and start building something together. There will be more poems and ideas in that too. Poems are everywhere really, you just have to be open to them coming in different forms I guess.
Anyway. That's enough for now. Sorry about the picture being sideways, but I' too lazy to make it look good.


