I first had the manuscript accepted about a year ago, and the set release date was a few weeks back, but now, here it is, physical, in my hands.
hello lovelies! |
It was an odd feeling yesterday. The only other time I can
think of where I felt exactly that way was the day we decided to tell our
friends and family that I was pregnant with our first baby. This sudden desire
to keep it to myself—fear of being exposed, examined, revealed in some
way.
Many of the poems in KMS have been in journals and chapbooks
before—but there was always this comfortable distance. I send poems to faceless
editors who send unaccented emails with a yes or no. then comes journals who
are read by no one I know. this assuring anonymity.
I could give you all of the reasons I wrote this book and
why I write—reasons having to do with philosophy of worship and work, noticing
the world, relating to others—but the real reason I wrote this book?
Writing brings me joy. and I want, so much, to write poetry
my readers enjoy reading.
my sister has a copy on her bedside table now, faraway, in a
city I’ve never lived in. I think of her there, flipping through the pages,
seeing where oh yes, that was the time
that and yes, he said that but in
another way.
And I hope that she—representation of who I am really writing
for, not academia or poets or literary magazine editors—but my true audience,
my family and friends and loves—my hope is that she will read this book,
connect with it, and enjoy it.
and I hope that you will enjoy it too, reader.
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