Hideaway.

Want to become invisible? Then find yourself a really big project. Then find yourself ten other big projects. At the same time, figure out what the hell it is you're doing in a book manuscript that you didn't realize was a book manuscript. Somewhere in all of this, spill tea on yourself. Repeat. Repeat.

That's all you have to do. Trust me. I'm doing it.

All I can think of is what on earth I'll do with all of my spare time once The Monkey and the Wrench: Essays into Contemporary Poetics is finally all done.

We have some spectacular new covers at the Press, by the way. I can't wait to show them to you. I will, promise.

Barn Owl Review is still taking submissions. Send us some poems, if you haven't already.

PS: Nic Sebastian reads my poem "Miniatures" over at Whale Sound. It's amazing!

Final damage report.

One summer. 34 pages of poems. Most of them worth keeping. The ending of one project. Some scrambling. A revelation about a new project. Then realizing that maybe the new project should be a funny one, not quite so serious. All of a sudden: prose poems! I can write those. Then back to school. Ready to send poems out. Ready to stop picking on finished manuscript. Totally engulfed in editing The Monkey and the Wrench: Essays into Contemporary Poetics. Realizing that MLA format has really changed since I last needed to use it with seriousness.

Oh, and cleaning out my attic (literally and figuratively).

That's it in a nutshell.