April 3, 2020 Baldy Book Launch

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Without my home base, Inklings’ Books & Coffee Shoppe, I had very nearly decided to launch my fifth collection, Baldy, in silence. No fanfare. Online sales only.

Then, one morning at breakfast, the question of how I want to celebrate my 33-year birthday arose. When I thought about it, I realized I wanted to read, and give my new collection a proper send off, posted a request for venue suggestions on Facebook, and within minutes Lonnie Buerge of World’s Windows (https://www.worldswindowkc.com/) volunteered his store.

Truly amazing.

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Please join us on April 3 @ 7PM if you feel you can make it.

Hope to see you there!

August 23 Two-Book Launch at Inklings’ Books & Coffee Shoppe

With my Delphi Poetry Series chapbook a cat already out the bag (the indominable Allison Blevins delivered her Susurration to us last night at Inklings’), I have another baby on the way, coming in the mail any day now: Terminal Destination, whose second section is set in Beijing and Guizhou and based on our February-March trip to oversee my father-in-law Ni Yilin’s burial arrangements.

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Because I have Coming Home with Cancer in hand and Terminal Destination in transit, I have decided to launch both books at once on August 23.

Hope you see you there.

You never know, but I don’t expect to be putting out another book for a good little while.

Obviously summer is the doldrums for poetry readings and goings-on in general, but be there if you can. A book launch is a beautiful thing and so is Inklings’.

It’s all so very ephemeral.

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August 23 Coming Home with Cancer Book Launch at Inklings’ Books & Coffee Shoppe

Always a mystery how things transpire: I submitted a chapbook to Blue Lyra’s Matthew Silverman on February 7 after seeing Ami Kaye’s (Glass Lyre Press) post about his Delphi Poetry Series call.

Through this acceptance, I’ve found two new friends in my fellow Delphi contributors Allison Blevins and Saul Hillel Benjamin. The first of these friendships has led to my being offered a poetry editor job for Harbor Review and the inspired idea to formalize Inklings’ fourth Friday’s open mic into an official reading series (Inklings’ FOURTH FRIDAYS READING SERIES) in which Shawn Pavey is launching his Survival Tips for the Pending Apocalypse with Victor Clevenger Friday, June 28, Allison is launching Susurration with Charlotte Seley on July 26, and I am launching my third collection, Coming Home with Cancer on August 23, For the third time, I will launch at Inklings’ Books & Coffee Shoppe, my alma mater of used bookstores, my home away from home.

Maryfrances Wagner has graciously agreed to open for me.

By now these things are beginning to feel like family reunions. Be great to see you there.

 

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Announcement of Second Collection, Father Me Again, Book Release and August 24 Launch at Inklings’ Books & Coffee Shoppe

I’m very happy to announce the release of my second collection, Father Me Again, from Spartan Press.

 

One of the thoughts that I had during my seizure on July 5 was how can I read when I cannot form the words to speak? Since my July 24 appointment, however, I’ve doubled up on my anticonvulsant Levetiracetam, a.k.a. Keppra, and haven’t had another seizure.

 

I might add here that I’m calling the July 5 episode of temporary aphasia a seizure not because it in any way resembles my previous seizures but because my oncologist Dr. Michael Salacz said my description of it is consistent with the description of a seizure.

 

And I have, in fact, read, since the seizure: My July 19 reading at Open House has been uploaded to YouTube in poem-to-two-poem-length segments, a foretaste of Father Me Again, my second collection, the poems of which “grow in stature and distinction,” says New Letters editor-in-chief Robert Stewart, “by elevating seemingly mundane details of life,” beginning in what 2017-2018 Oklahoma Poet Laureate Jeanetta Calhoun Mish calls, “the quotidian.”

 

Poet John Hodgen says, “[These poems] chronicle what Morse calls ‘this narrow life,’ this transition we all are making between life and death, but which he sees with an intensity few of us will ever know,” and L.S. Klatt, my first mentor, author of The Wilderness After Which:

 

If everything in Father Me Again is bereaved and estranged, it is also newborn. When Morse “speaks” his “shriek,” he does so ‘among the living,’ and he does not muzzle his wonderment. What a joy to stumble headlong into poems of such equipoise, what anguish, what solace.

 

From my Oct. 2014 glioblastoma diagnosis and May 2018 graduation from University of Missouri-Kansas City with an M.F.A., I have lived in utter amazement, suspended in a state of grace, so blessed and grateful for the small and sometimes seemingly negligible role I’ve been given to play in each of your lives, the role of a poet, a voice, however hesitant and infirm.

 

Many of you receiving this email may have played a role in one of my past lives and will be shocked to learn, perhaps for the first time, about the 14.6 life expectancy of a glioblastoma diagnosis, the turn my life has taken. For those of you who live in far-away places but would still like to get your hands on a copy of Father Me Again, please visit the following site:

 

https://www.inklingsbookscoffee.net/inklings-poetry-community/

 

Eve Brackenbury has graciously volunteered her secure online portal for *signed* book purchases. In addition to the $12 cost of the book, however, a postage and handling ($3.99) will have to be applied.

 

For those of you in the area, come hear me read on August 24:

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A friend I taught with in 2011 at the Shandong Institute of Business and Technology, Jorinde Berben, recently commented on my Facebook page: “Though this is neither your job nor purpose, every time I think of you I am reminded how each hour really is an amazing gift, not a given.”

 

I replied, “Actually I can think of no greater job, no greater purpose.”

 

 

July 24 Appointment Report

The first words out of the mouth of my oncologist, Dr. Salacz, this morning, were the scan looks good. We discussed my July 5 incident. He was able to confirm that my description of it is consistent with a seizure but nothing more.

 

What he’d be more “interested in” or “excited by,” he said, is a cascade of symptoms, a barrage of seizure-like activity. Not the solitary incident, the fluke, but a progression.

 

I’ve attached a photograph of the conclusion of my radiology report for those interested in getting into the medical discourse. I insisted on the print-out after having the University of Kansas purposely withhold the test results on MyChart until after the appointment.

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