I have no real second sentence after that. My bad. I’ve been mulling over it for days since the green light clicked on, and I’m still stuck.
I am stunned and humbled. Its not my first book, but it is my first book. The poems here span my first attempts at writing in the mid 90’s, right through 2017, with some valuable, last-minute additions that emerged during a workshop retreat.
Let me first be thankful to the good publisher and staff at Nomadic, my lovely editor Michaela, my colleagues who kindly waded through it, and for you — looking at this blog and even considering picking up a book.