The end of the year is approaching, and as I do each year about this time I take stock of the writing I've sent out to literary journals. Around fall, when my submission fatigue set in, it appeared that this would be a bumper-year for publications, however after several publications dates were postponed, it ended up just keeping pace with past years. Here's a selection from/of pieces that appeared on the world wide strangeness this year:
". . . His fingertips are like gentle sandpaper, soft from years of rubbing." - from Night Hungers, in Kill Author
"On the horizon a red sunset walls off the earth from grey rain clouds." - from Brick Harvest, in The Prose Poems Project
"Naturally, it is important for all business to be conducted reclining." - from To the Heart, in the Nashville Review
I know of a few pieces I'll have published in 2012, and meanwhile here's a final piece for 2011. After I submitted to Serving House Journal I had a brief exchange with the editor, Steve Kowit, about one piece, then SHJ decided to publish another and forgot to tell me.
No matter; it's so small (the smallest I've ever had accepted) that I might have forgotten to tell me too. You can read it here:
"At night, cars with one burned out headlight pretend to be motorcycles."
Thanks for reading. Happy Holidays and New Year!