The Hermit Poet

I just mailed my first manuscript out for this round of book competitions. I feel very good about my (hopefully) book-to-be. I’m not certain where or when, but I do feel that The Lost Country of Sight will find itself a publisher. It’s only 52 pages right now — but it may grow a bit as I write more pertinent material.

I’m excited. I know better than to be so optimistic — there’s hundreds, possibly thousands of other poetry manuscripts floating out there. Some of them truly exceptional. But this time I’m sending out a killer. Or, as my poet friend Yuzun might say, a monster. A real monster. Finely tuned and dangerous, with lots of spikey bits for good measure. Fire-breathing on Thursdays.

Go little poetry monster. Go.