Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Baby, It's Cold Outside...

Off to Missouri and Memphis for the holidays. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. Happy Holidays. Chalk up one more year.

Thursday, December 11, 2008


Poetry Open Mic--
"Use your words . . ."

Thursday, December 11, 8-10 pm

Acoustic Coffeehouse ("Next Door")
415 W. Walnut Street
Johnson City, Tennessee

- Open sign-up sheet: novices and seasoned wordsmiths alike are welcome to perform!
- 2 rounds of about 50 minutes each, w/ one intermission.
- 8-minute time limit for each performer, per round.
- Must be *original material.

sponsored by the ETSU English Department
contact: odonnell@etsu.edu

Monday, December 8, 2008

Stupid Low Prices!

Looking for a deal? Have I got one for you. Superfecta is now selling for only $8.37 at Ghost Road Press. That's cheaper than your lunch, depending on what your lunch was. And a book is like fifty lunches, at least. Get yourself a copy. Spread the holiday cheer. Support the economy. Etc., etc.

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Gobble It Up...

Go and check out the new issue of Boxcar Poetry Review. My girl (Jan LaPerle) has a good one in there.

And Happy Thanksgiving, too. Eat turkey.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Monday, November 3, 2008

Once in a sycamore...

Be sure and climb over to the new and second issue of Fou. Lots of good stuff, and another great-looking issue.

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Schematics of a Costume

And also, folks, just in time for Halloween (though I'm a little late to it): the new issue of DIAGRAM.

Some great poetry in there, as always, and a really lovely review of Superfecta by Amanda Maule (and, thank you, Amanda, wherever you are out there).


Spooky Little

Happy Halloween, people.

The leaves are really taking off now, the fall wind, and I think of Shelley:

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe,
Like wither'd leaves, to quicken a new birth;
And, by the incantation of this verse,

Scatter, as from an unextinguish'd hearth
Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!
Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,
If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

Shelley, Keats, you can see I'm teaching British Literature this semester. O Romantic! O Autumn! O Children of the sweet teeth and ghosts and fangs and fur.

Trick or treat.

Friday, October 10, 2008


Slowly, slowly, the house takes shape. The bathroom is remodelled. The floors refinished. Hopefully by next week things will begin to feel settled.

Fall break at ETSU, and I'm ready for a day off. Give us a holler.

Thursday, September 25, 2008

Truffle Shuffle

Moving around this weekend, so it'll be quiet here for a bit. In the meantime, check out the new issues of past simple and TYPO.

Happy trails until then.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Thou Hast Thy Music Too,--

Fall begins to set on in East Tennessee. One leaf turned bright orange, the sound of train whistles against the mountains, the apple and pear trees sagging. It's lovely here, and I'm thinking of Keats:

Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

In other news, my dear, dear friend Nate Pritts has a new book out, Honorary Astronaut, with my own dear press, Ghost Road. Buy one. Make Christmas easy on yourself this year and buy a whole bundle. Spread the word. Tell the kids. Tell the whole extended family.

Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Superfecta & Hard Reds

With the move to Tennessee comes the move to Blogger. Hi there.

In the news, Brandi Homan has given Superfecta a really lovely review at Gently Read Literature. Please go take a look.

Speaking of Brandi, her first book, Hard Reds, was recently released. You should get yourself a copy. You should get one right now.