Rain falls hard on the roof, a comforting sound, one that makes me want to go to bed, even though it’s only 8:30 here in the Midwest. The thunder is rumbling and shaking the house. It’s perfect writing weather, so I spent some time reading this evening and drafting some notes for a piece in my new “We Build Houses” series. Here are a couple of lines from the newest draft:
Upstairs, strange women strip down to the sound of the money clip, all gold-toothed and forgiving. Sometimes they can be distracting – their noisy sandals, their Altamont hearts – but there is enough room here for larger mercies.
I spent the afternoon today at the release reading for Rhino, one of my favorite journals, in which I am thrilled to appear for the second time along with an all-star cast of poets including Nina Corwin, Nick Demske, Tara Betts, Carolyn Zukowski, Cindy E. King, Christine Hamm, Emari DiGiorgio, and many more. Editor Ralph Hamilton opened his lovely home for the reading, and good company, good words, and great rhino-shaped cookies were enjoyed by all. I highly recommend that you pick up a copy.