In my last post, I looked at my stress points. This list is all gravy.
Much of 2017 felt like an assault on all the social constructs I’d come to believe in. But my love of poetry grew in a way I didn’t think was possible. While there were those in the public sphere who questioned the very concept of truth, I leaned into words deeper than I ever have. I taught them. I wrote them. I fought for them. I believed in them. Still do. This my core and it is rock solid.
So I’m going to brag about the things I did to deepen my connection to words—in a year when I barely published a poem. If you’re feeling like 2017 was a year when you got nothing done, make your own list and leave your link in the comments. I bet you'll be surprised at how much you actually accomplished.
- I wrote 45 poems in 2017. That’s around the number I average per year, but this year I liked fewer poems. That’s unusual. Most likely, I'll revise fewer than half. I will carry the survivors into 2018 to see if they are worth publishing.
- Of the few places I published, here’s a quick roundup:
- Poetry Foundation/American Life in Poetry “Sunday”
- Mom Egg, “Poet-Inauguration”
- Renga for Obama. I worked with Maine Poet Laureate Wesley McNair to add our lines to the renga chain (See April 8).
- My poem, “Old South Meeting House,” originally written for the Academy of American Poets to celebrate 100 Years of the National Park Service, was included in a Boston anthology City of Notions.
- My poem “The Rookie,” originally published by Prairie Schooner, will be part of a sports anthology edited by the beautiful and talented Natalie Diaz.
- An acceptance to Plume, poem to be published in February.
- This ancient video of me in the P.O.P. series was published.
- I’m currently writing a poem for Salem State University’s new president to read in a few weeks at his Inauguration.
- My next book, Rewilding, will be published in November 2018, CavanKerry Press.
- And one REALLY COOL LIFECHANGING THING that I can’t talk about publicly for a while. Yeah, I know. Sorry for the vague-plaining. But it is very super cool and unexpected and mum's the word, kinda sorta.
All in all, not a bad year. Not bad at all. And in December, I started blogging again. Woo hoo!
Bottom Line: My Brag List is much longer (and stronger) than my Stress List!