There is no place that "takes my shoulders down" from their usual tense place like Ogunquit ME. It's taken 3/4 of the trip this time, but with 48 hours left here, I am feeling that Ogunquit magic. Darryl and I have been coming here for close to 30 years and it is a special place for us. (The town is Halloween decorated).
But on to writing news--and there is a good bit of it since I have not made an entry here since July. First, The Queer South anthology is out. See my previous post for how to get a hold of it. Two of my poems, Camp Revelation and Lord I Am Not Worthy are in this excellent anthology of fiction and poetry. The poems are both reflections on growing up in the south a few decades ago.
Talking in Late September, what might be my best poem so far, was recently published in Chelsea Station. They published it with a pretty cool line drawing that serves the poem well. I dedicate it to my close friends with whom "talking" about our lives is such a central part of the friendship. It is pretty autobiographical in sentiment if not in every exact detail. Here is the link for that poem: Talking in Late September
Finally I just got acceptance of two poems that are very close to my heart. They will be published soon, in November's issue of About Place Journal--a journal by a institute with values close to my own, The Black Earth Institute. The poems are The UpStairs Lounge and Blessed Be the Boys. I will post more on each of those poems when they come out in November. For now just a teaser--Blessed Be the Boys has a line in it that inspired part of the title for this blog.
Writing is definitely at the top of my list in terms of things keeping me sane at this time of life!
