Well, 2016 and has come and gone. For better, worse (and even much worse), 2016 is over and now it’s 2017, which has also been better and worse in several ways. I want to focus on the positive and the changing, while reflecting on the reality of the situation.
I have a new job that I’m excited about, one where I have room for growth and potential. It finally feels like that “career” job that I long believed to be a myth. My office is big and has windows, my coworkers and boss are super cool and friendly, and I’m glad to be back at the college as an alum and employee. I’m also grateful to have an understanding boss who supports my grad studies and passion for poetry.
Speaking of graduate school, my fourth workshop residency was interesting, to say the least. I am working with Morri Creech, a poet that I’ve admired ever since I was admitted to Queens, and I’m very happy that he gets to review my poems for my last long-distance workshop. It’s wild to think I’m graduating in May. I’m trying not to get too anxious, as I still have a thesis, a craft paper and presentation to complete…yeah, some things left before I get that MFA degree to my name.
The best news of 2017 is that I have poems forthcoming in Glass: a Journal of Poetry and Noble / Gas Qtrly, two magazines I highly respect and adore. Both journals are publishing poems from my thesis manuscript, which is very encouraging. I’ve had rejections too, but it doesn’t bother me for the most part. I have several submissions still out there, so it’s just a matter of time before I hear back.
I’m also working on a chapbook. It’s on/off, but I’d like to finish revising and organizing those poems so I can submit to open calls and maybe a contest or two. I’ve mostly held off on contests for individual/a set of poems because of those fees ($20, yikes), but once my finances settle, I could put some money aside for contests.
Some stuff in the works include writing book reviews for some lovely poets, features for the ever-wonderful Platypus Press, and I also have ideas for a future poetry collection (you know, the one I’ll keep talking about forever but never complete).
Until next time–