I have a new poem about early spring in a city (among other things) out in Boulevard‘s spring issue, which also contains an interview with Téa Obreht, first-hand accounts from the Wuhan lockdown, and much wonderful fiction, nonfiction, and poetry. You can order a copy here. (An ebook version will be available later, too.)
Another brief interruption for self-promotion:
I have two poems in the fall issue of the literary journal Boulevard. Again predictably, one is about ghosts, and the other is about rats, or a dream of rats.
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And my first short story, a fairy tale set in 19th-century Russia (issuing rather directly from Joseph Cornell), appeared in the November issue of Gavin Grant and Kelly Link’s zine:
Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet #35, available digitally and in print
Any eyeball-time that you can spare thereto is appreciated; you might also wish to check out my announcement of publications from 2015 and earlier here.
Happy holidays to all, and thanks to those who have stuck with this blog!
We are alive! Just busy, no surprise. I’ve finished my degree; Kakaner is crushing her 3,906th career change and constructing a new library. (We’re talking custom-sized shelving for different book formats, guys.) I have piles of fragmentary reviews, and once every few months we exchange a volley of emails brainstorming a new Booklish, which eventually subsides into busyness. But the prior trickle of posts will resume shortly, at least.
In the meantime, if you have enjoyed my writing here, consider taking a look at some of my recent publications elsewhere:
Four poems @ The American Reader, online
Two poems in Tin House’s summer 2015 issue
Four poems @ Web Conjunctions
I’ve avoided self-promotion in this blog before, and it will remain rare, but given the unsurprising thematic overlaps between what I write about here and elsewhere (gods – animals – Alice in Wonderland – predatory clothing – etc.), I hope some of you might enjoy my other work. If you do take a look, thank you.