So I did a thing: I recorded one of my poems.

You may have read “Fight Me in the Waffle House Parking Lot” before, but now you can hear it, quirks and all. I’m experimenting with sharing audio versions of my work, because sometimes the voice adds a little something the page can’t carry alone.

(Also, do I pronounce “roof” weirdly? I think maybe?)

Thank you to the Daily Drunk for first publishing this.

This was recorded in a single take, imperfections included, with a loud truck and Word Raccoon peeking around the corner and making dramatic gestures. (She wants a recording booth. I told her we’ll see.) 

Imperfection is better than not doing the thing.

If you’d like to give it a listen, it’s now live.

I am happy to say I edited this to include some fabulous publication news!! My poem “Mutual Mass” has been chosen for publication by The Dewdrop, a journal that is the perfect home for this little spiritual verse.

I was stunned by the gorgeous things the editor had to say about it, and I hope when it comes out on October 26 you will like it, too.

It was written when I was exhausted and in the poetry cave, one late night or early morning or who knows which and it was me thinking about how tired a god we could imagine must be and what she might want.

Well, let’s save the rest for publication, shall we? Let’s just say this is one of my Look, I Built a Cathedral Poems and I’m thrilled it’s found a home. I can only hope it also finds its perfect reader. Asked/answered. That’s the cycle, don’t they say?

The picture is a little sweet photo holder found yesterday at our local cafe. They had a booth featuring the artwork of artists with IDD, and I was so happy to support them.

Also: WR saw a classic Mustang at the car show and cheered. I told her to get her sticky paws away from it, but she slid inside before I could stop her. Okay, not really, but she would’ve liked to have. She had her eye on one that needed fixing up when she was first in college, but…