My News

Oh, disregard Saturday's post. I was being goofy and suffering from a sugar-high-like feeling, happiness mixed with a nervous apprehension of how my work will now be viewed. How I might be regarded. Sometimes I'm dopey. I tell people to go fuck themselves on a daily basis. I'm not supposed to care what people think, right?

And why do I deal better with "You suck, you mediocre crap blogging piece of suck" than I do with positive comments?

I found out that my poem "That's Not Butter" originally published in MiPO's Gabe Gudding issue was selected by Billy Collins to appear in Best American Poetry 2006.

What's a stronger word for shocked?

Thank you Gabe and Didi for choosing and publishing that poem. Thank you Shafer Hall for last summer's Tiger Poem call. Thank you Gideon for making me so ill in my first trimester that the only thing I could do was lay on the sofa and write derranged poems inspired by children's stories.

It's an honor and I'm excited and will rename Gideon "Billy Collins Morrow."