Assumed the Watch. All conditions remain as before.
That’s not quite right. Under the heavy influence of daily readings of poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks and Langston Hughes, and most recently, the addition of Walt Whitman, every day, I decided to make major edits to my manuscript.
Oh, you didn’t know I had a manuscript? I have four manuscripts, all poetry collections, but I want to start with a collection of sonnets, just to get it off my back.
In true Whitmanian style, I have rearranged them, re-configured them, edited them, re-numbered them, again and again and again over the years since writing the core of the collection in 1990. All the while, the collection has also expanded, grown, sonnet by sonnet, some good, some garbage. In the past few days, though, I’ve put them through a major overhaul. The limbs are bent over with the weight of the fruit and it is time to harvest.
I’m not going to submit them to a silly poetry contest, though. I am just going to put them out there, self-publish, and see what the market will bear. So, soon, coming to a bookstore or a website near you…