Plague Year Poems Collection


     Folks who care to cast their recollections back to the heart of the recent and ongoing pandemic may remember that I was writing a poem a day there for a while. From March 22, 2020 through June 7, 2021, to be precise: the whole magilla ran for 443 days. Or at least for 443 poems...

     They'll always be available for free reading on the Plague Year Poems page, but for those who might be yearning for something a bit more physical, something upon which coffee can be spilled and which which ants may be dispatched, let me suggest a copy of the trade paperback edition.

     Oozing into existence over the past few weeks, the book sports artwork on both front and back by my imminent brother Tom—about six months into the writing process, he called me to say that he had the perfect cover for the eventual collection, but when it came time to put the book together, it turned out he had closer to four perfect covers. Some judicious cutting and pasting, however, consolidated things nicely, and now Plague Year Poems: A Poem a Day for the Duration: March 22, 2020 through June 7, 2021, complete with two functioning colons, is available for $9.50 through Amazon's web-based structures.

     I haven't got any current plans for a Kindle edition since I'm not sure how such a thing would work with poetry, but I'll do some experimenting and see what happens. That continues to be our motto 'round these parts, after all: what could possibly go wrong?

                                             Mike

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Scent's Assent

Image
He saunters, not a hint of awkwardness About his movements, flowing sweet as fire. Dolores, trying not to stare, selects A protein bar, a heated argument Among her schoolmates raising ruffled fur And growls. The guy's a feline, after all. The student body's ninety-eight percent canine. The whole school's aware. He hears them, Casey does, their yips and all Alive with bitter scents of awkwardness. Remaining smooth, he doesn't look, the fur Beneath his shirt on edge, a tickling fire He knows. It follows matching arguments From other schools his science course selects. Universities should be more universal. "Should" is the key word. In class, Dolores carefully selects A seat in back of Casey, watching all The rest digress, off-topic arguments Concerning species, full of awkwardness. The room of canines almost seems on fire With ears and whiskers folded close to fur. Students of science should be— There's that "should" again. Stupid subjunc...
Read more

And Now, A Short Story

Image
          If you'd rather read the story than all my falderol about the story, clicking on the "My Little Pony Meets Magritte" image or the title later on in this sentence will transport you to the Zooscape website and my piece " The Sleep of Reason ." But if you'd like the backstory, too...           See, for the past six years, I've been involved in the online writing contests/critique groups at Writeoff.me . They started with monthly My Little Pony Friendship is Magic fanfiction contests, but the whole thing has since expanded into original fiction, poetry, and visual arts as well.           The usual way it works has the registered members submitting a word or phrase as a potential prompt during the first 24 hours of the contest, everyone then voting on the prompts for the second 24 hours, and the one that gets the most points ...
Read more