Second poetry sale of 2013 & other forthcoming work:
"Cold Covers / Uncovered" will be appearing in a near-future issue of Niteblade, although I don't yet know which one. "Cold Covers" is a slightly older poem, which some of you might recognize, and "Uncovered" is a previously unpublished addendum written only just in February this year that completes the piece.
"Two Tongues," "Pushing Atlantis," and "Rigel" have been selected by my co-editors at Dark Mountain to appear in Book 4. I can't call this a sale, but what's notable about these pieces is that they're all from the commissions batch I wrote in February. Without the people who provided me the prompts (and payment), these poems would not exist.
It's been a rough year for me on the writing front: I haven't written a new poem since February, unless you count one draft about which I feel rather ambivalent.
On Monday, I started a three-month temporary intermediate-to-advanced administrative post in a student services department at one of Boston's major universities, which so far I'm enjoying so much I can't really adequately express the sentiment, and in which I hope very much I'll be able to remain. It's not the same kind of temp-to-permanent one usually gets; the temp is invited to apply along with external candidates for the post, which I obviously have done. I'm relieved that this employment has come along, but I won't be off my guard until such time as this job is secure for me in the long-term, if I'm so fortunate as to get it. As you know, thirteen solid months of submitting twenty job applications per week, seemingly to no end (for one that's relevant, anyway), has been harrowing, and I'm eager for that to end.
"Two Tongues," "Pushing Atlantis," and "Rigel" have been selected by my co-editors at Dark Mountain to appear in Book 4. I can't call this a sale, but what's notable about these pieces is that they're all from the commissions batch I wrote in February. Without the people who provided me the prompts (and payment), these poems would not exist.
It's been a rough year for me on the writing front: I haven't written a new poem since February, unless you count one draft about which I feel rather ambivalent.
On Monday, I started a three-month temporary intermediate-to-advanced administrative post in a student services department at one of Boston's major universities, which so far I'm enjoying so much I can't really adequately express the sentiment, and in which I hope very much I'll be able to remain. It's not the same kind of temp-to-permanent one usually gets; the temp is invited to apply along with external candidates for the post, which I obviously have done. I'm relieved that this employment has come along, but I won't be off my guard until such time as this job is secure for me in the long-term, if I'm so fortunate as to get it. As you know, thirteen solid months of submitting twenty job applications per week, seemingly to no end (for one that's relevant, anyway), has been harrowing, and I'm eager for that to end.