If you’re looking for something apocalyptic to read, might I recommend my story, “Ollie, Ollie,” which was recently published at the wonderful online journal, The Collagist?
Here’s a representative sentence:
Because it was soon after that society blew up.
I hope that makes you feel compelled to read the whole story, which is about 3,500 words long, because I’m very proud of it.
For the past six years, my full time job has been as a publishing consultant. I help businesses, small presses, and self-publishers figure out their book plan, based on their own goals. It’s called GOOD BOOK DEVELOPERS and I recently redid the website, with the help of microfictionist extraordinaire, Joseph Young.
You can see the new website here.
My book, which was originally published in 2010 by Narrow House Books, has new life! Continue reading “Adam Robison and Other Poems (Five Years Later)”
On Saturday I had the opportunity to lead a poetry workshop at The Letters Festival here in Atlanta, at the Goat Farm (that’s the beautiful place where the picture above was taken). I chose to focus my workshop on the question of meaning in poetry, which is something I always shy away from (in past workshops, lectures, and panel discussions I would always opt to talk about specific things, like the use of sentences in poetry, or jokes), but this time I decided I’d tackle the essential question head on. Here are my notes.
Not Elves Exactly
John Ciardi, poet, fighter pilot, translator, etymologist, TV personality (d. 1989), says we shouldn’t ask “What does a poem mean” but “How does a poem mean.” This was in his 1960s book, How Does a Poem Mean. Continue reading “Not Elves Exactly”