I have been feeling as if I've been in many places, but mostly, I've been in my head.
My big book release reading is this Sunday, October 17th at Open Books in Seattle (at 3 pm if you'd like to join me). And I've been spending time preparing for that.
Open Books even wrote up this lovely review for their website:
I'm not normally nervous for readings, but with this new book, I have been. I'm reading a lot of poems that I don't have a lot of practice in reading to an audience. I told myself that I would not read poems from this book until it was published because I didn't want to be bored of reading it before it was even in print. The good news is that all these poems can be *mostly* new to those who come, the concern is I'm not necessarily sure how these poems will go over, how they will be received.
In the big scheme of things, I realize this book, this reading is one leaf out of many.
X number of people will see this leaf and either love it, like it or be disinterested. (Maybe some will hate it, but who hates a leaf?) Maybe people will want to bring a similar leaf home to keep on their bookshelf or to study the leaf's lines. Maybe some will ask me to sign the leaf and I will realize, this is a just a leaf. Still, it's my leaf and I want it to be perfect. But we're not talking leaves here, though I think for me, it's easier that way, to see myself, my reading as a leaf.
One endearing brassy leaf.