Santa Fe at Sunset

My friend and I went to see the Aspens turn colors, drove up a winding road through the mountain to the ski area (which actually we never saw) as we stopped to gawk and photograph on the way up,and the sun set about a mile before our final destination. I took over 150 photos, still processing them, finding the ones that I like the best. I generally only like 5-10% of the photos I take. Much like my poetry, I tend to generate alot of excess before I find one I like.

Nic Sebastian has a fantastic new audio journal, Whale Sound, guidelines for submissions can be found at Whale Sound and Very Like a Whale. I would highly recommend you check it out. I have three poems up at Flutter, (Thank-you Sandy) and a few more forthcoming in Red River Review (November)and Illya's Honey(November).

I have one sub out that I have been waiting 127 days for a response (if your counting) that I'm nervous about. The sub is for what I call my Death and Dying poems, ones that I feel strongly need a home. I read three of these poems at the DPC First Friday Poetry event. I was nervous reading as they are odd; I was unsure if they would translate to spoken word. My voice shook and I felt like I was in junior high. The poems were well received for being a bit on the macabre side.

My poetry toe is still broken and I am struggling with finding the time to write well. I am not sure how this will resolve itself, I wrote a poem in response to a prompt recently (something I loathe doing) and I pushed myself to completion. I haven't yet decided if I like the poem. I am excited/relieved/proud of being able to craft the poem. The poem of course,a bit dark--which I find odd as the happier I feel the more macabre the poem.