Good morning!

At long last my next collection, Accidental Hymn, is available for ordering! Shortly I'll also be able to share with you a zoom invitation to the book launch, on Wednesday, May 25, 7 p.m. ET. I'll be reading from the book and will also be in conversation with Teresa Carson about it.

Next week, I'll be part of a different sort of event--Found in the Archives: Stories of Buried Treasure, sponsored by the University of New England. I'll be talking about my diary-poem manuscript, which came into being thanks to a diary archived at UNE's Maine Women Writers Collection: Thursday, May 12, 6 p.m. ET. If you're interested in the notion of creative research, you might want to check it out.

And thus, today, I'll be futzing over my talk, worrying about marketing the book, getting my eyes dilated at the optometrist's, and engaging in other such unnatural activities . . . though thankfully yesterday I did transform a poem blurt into a first draft, and I did spend the evening writing with friends, and I did go for a bike ride and work in the garden.

Road construction has taken a small hiatus in order for the water guys to hook up our lines to the alternate source. So it's even been sort of quiet outside. I'm dreading next week. "Ledge," one water guy told me. "There could be ledge." An ominous prediction.