BrokenEchoes

 It’s been four weeks since my last update—longer than I intended. I appreciate your understanding. In that time, I’ve mailed twelve poems into the world and collected seven rejections. That sounds heavier than it feels.  I’m sending the work out where it belongs. At some point I am confident that an editor will see worth in one or more of them. I’ve also finished drafting an entire poetry collection. I don't yet have a title for this collection yet. I have run through some possibilities, but nothing I try sets the right mood or sings the right note. But I will figure it out soon. The past few weeks have held a rare peace for me. The dread and thick lethargy that usually shadow my days have eased. It’s a blessing, but it changes the writing. The words don't flow as freely. They demand more editing and reworking, but I welcome the challenge. Authentic poems should speak from every season, not just the dark ones. There is no spotlight poem for this post, but look for the...

The past couple of weeks have been heavy ones for me creatively. I was in something of a slump, finding it difficult to put words on paper. But Tuesday broke that streak, and I wrote two new poems. They’ll need work, no doubt, but they are on paper now. I can fine tune them later with fresh eyes. I still haven’t started on the 25th anniversary edition of Broken Images , though it’s on my horizon.  Another idea has also been spinning in my head for a few days. It’s still too early to share details, but it feels fun, powerful, and important. It is something that matters deeply to me, and something I hope will matter to you as readers when it is closer to finished. For now, I want to share a spotlight poem with you. This one is about the long journeys we sometimes find ourselves on, the kind where the end may be near, but we dare not get our hopes up too soon.