After taking a bit of a personal nosedive (brought about by my own foolish behavior) in May, things have rebounded rather well the past few weeks, which I’m quite pleased about. I had one essay and 47 poems published this month in twenty-two different venues. I’d like to say a big thank you to all the editors associated with these publications for making it a successful and fulfilling month:
Eunoia Review, Calliope Magazine, Exercise Bowler, Visual Verse, Enclave, Dead Snakes, Belle Reve Literary Review, The Screech Owl, Poems and Poetry, Medusa’s Kitchen, The Poet Community, Dissident Voice, Mad Swirl, The Tower Journal, Yellow Chair Review, Poems-for-All, Tuck Magazine, Clockwise Cat, Social Justice Poetry, The Fat Damsel, Everest Magazine, and Cultured Vultures.
On a personal note, I have had nary a single sip of alcohol touch these lips for five weeks now. To be quite honest, wine is one of my absolute favorite things about life, but there are times when even a lush such as myself needs to take a step back, perform a serious reappraisal of the situation, and then hit the detox hard to try and wring the damaged internal organs out like sponges. O wine, you most glorious nectar of the gods! We shall meet again soon enough, but the time we spend apart shall surely make us appreciate each other more in the moment of reunion.
And enough of all that nonsense, eh?
Anyway, for those of you who are still partaking of sweet libations, cheers to a great month of July coming up!
17Numa 