I teach 8th-grade English and social studies. I write and send it out to the editorial world. Occasionally it gets published. More often it comes back with editorial disdain in the form of what used to be known as a form letter and is now known as a form email (cut, paste, reject en masse).
The good news, though, is that one editor said yes. It’s not a big word, but I had to reread it a few times to be sure. This means I have a debut book of poetry out from Future Cycle Press. How I wrote 80 poems, I’ll never know, but read as a lump they build a good picture of me and the mental state I’m presently in (Massachusetts). Oh. Sorry. It’s a Commonwealth. Anyway, if you’re interested in the book, take a look:
I read. Lots. Well, more when I’m not teaching, because teaching — done right — takes a lot of prep and a lot of feedback.
I think. Too much. Thus, this — an outlet for when I feel like blathering on (and on) about this (or that) with excessive use of parentheses (and the dash, which I love — almost as much as parentheses).
Thanks for reading!