welcome to a new series I’m calling SCRAP-POST, in which I will share a hodge-podge of thoughts and quotes and images and videos that are on my mind or that I’ve been inspired by recently, as well as pieces of poetry and/or fiction I’m currently working on.
constellation and turmeric / yellow like suns / cupped by hungry hands / like horizons
Less productive this month, but that’s no surprise, and I’m trying to be kind to myself, or at least not be too cruel. I’m still writing with regularity, and finally feel like I can concentrate long enough to read fiction again (though practice has yet to reveal this to be true).
Headaches have been worse, as has the pain in my hands, arms, and neck. Thankfully, I have appointments with a neurologist and rheumatologist coming up, so hopefully we can do more tests and pinpoint what is causing it all.
“Stop and consider! life is but a day;
A fragile dew-drop on its perilous way
From a tree’s summit.” — John Keats
I’ve been submitting poems to journals, and am working on submitting my manuscript to small presses and contests.
All the responses have been rejections so far, but that’s okay; at least I’m putting myself out there. Poetry is remarkably subjective, so even though in many ways the form is more personal, the rejections (for me) feel much less so. For now, it’s more about the attempt than the outcome.