So it looks like I will have work in three separate 2013 tomes: The Poets' Sourcebook, the Autumn House Press anthology I'm compiling myself; The Waiting Room Reader, edited by Rachel Hadas, a CavanKerry Press anthology that will be distributed free to medical waiting rooms; and Eating Our Words, edited by Kurt Brown, a poets' cookbook to be published by Tupelo Press. You might not be surprised to learn that my recipe is Emily Dickinson's Black Cake--and of course my write-up gives all due acknowledgment to my mother-in-law, Carol Birtwistle, former curator of the Dickinson Museum and a stunningly good cook. I look forward to sending her a copy.
The funny thing is I didn't even submit work to this cookbook, nor do I know the editor. Believe it or not, I was solicited. Doesn't that sound demimondaine?
And I actually didn't realize how busy 2013 would be until a couple of days ago, when I decided that I really ought to overhaul my resume, a job that I avoid because I hate messing around with page breaks and spacing and clutter and "is this important enough to include?" and "does this look dumb?" etc. There's nothing a like revising a resume to simultaneously make me feel like an ant and a braggart, which is why I didn't mention these publications to you until today, which is why I am an inept promoter, which is why it's a good thing I didn't dream of becoming a circus barker.