It’s May. Finally. And typical of May, I see verdant things and bright bloomers where I swear snow piled or rain pooled one hot minute ago. It’s such a vibrant month in my pocket of the world. There is the high drama of another school year coming to an end (my 28th) contrasted with the promise of summer adventures: Endless roads to travel, new-to-me coffee shops and hole in the wall cafes, meeting strangers who somehow become friends. I adore summer and ride that pony until I’m reminded of what I do for this living and turn around to head home.
May is much like the interior of my email inbox right now; varied and eclectic. It bridges this spring with its publication notices, publication opportunities to come, and the business of the day that needs tending.
I published “Of Paper Moons, Glimmered Words” in the Spring 2023 issue of October Hill Magazine. I’m happy to publish with them again. They assemble a sweet journal, and it was three years ago that I not only published in their winter journal, but was invited to read my work at an online reading. It was a cozy assembly and the kindness of editors during Covid is certainly an event and aspect that lingers even today. A wonderfully warm reading all the way around.
I have shared gratitude for the editors at Cosmic Daffodil Journal who published three of my short poems: “Untitled,” “Early Spring,” and “This Pot” in their Buds & Blooms issue.
My advice to you? Write on through all the delights this month will bring. Summer is all too short. Find all the ways necessary to collect, savor, and share those words.