Today a little bee told me that WindowBoxing: a Dance With Saints in Three Acts would be published.  This is happy news since that little piece of me was tad heaviness these days.  I wonder if anyone else feels that their poems are like weight.  Like flesh.  Enough to work with is good, hanging from my bones like soft bricks of dried word is bad.

I’m thrilled at the company too.  Here’s rest of the list:

Packing by Hailey Higdon

Nonstop Pop by Becca Klaver

scenes from the lives of my parents by Pattie McCarthy

Poems Are the Only Real Bodies by Jennifer Tamayo

This Is What It Is Like to Be Loved by Me by Jared White

I hope to read with these people.  That would be maybe the best part.