July 19th of this year will be exactly two years since the release of my last chapbook “BUSTED FUTURES/GENTLE DREAMS.” Every time I’ve put out a chapbook, within a few months I’ve hated everything about it…this one was different. Two years later, I’m still stoked on the poems. Still proud of the work, both in content and in presentation. Still really excited to share these poems with people. That’s never happened for me before. I kinda like it!
I never bothered to keep track of how many copies of any of my books I’ve sold. I guess I was supposed to, so that publishers would look at my numbers and think I was important. Or so that I could put a blurb in my press kit about how many people in the world have seen my poems. Something like that. I know I did about five different print runs just of the screen printed version - different color variants, fancy inks, blah blah blah - as well as a couple of “oh shit, I ran out of merch on tour” printings. That means that a WHOLE BUNCH of y’all decided that you were interested in reading what silly things I had to say. I’m humbled and flattered to realize that my words are floating that far out there in the ether.
So, I’m down to my last several copies. I think I have about five or six more sitting in my trunk. Once they’re gone, I am not going to reprint this book again. It’s had a two-year life cycle, which is about as long as I can go without feeling lazy. I had planned on having a full length collection of poems by now, but…well, time makes fools of us all. I’m still working on it, promise! But I’ve also been sitting on a whole bunch of poems that have never seen print. I have a bunch of new poems that I haven’t posted or released anywhere. And I’m gonna be going to the National Poetry Slam this summer, which all comes together to mean this: I’m gonna put out a new chapbook.
I’m putting a total of ten poems here that I’ve never released in print before. The lead-off poem is an old one, but I’ve never put it in a book. The rest are a combination of brand new work, and performance-based poems that never got a print release. I’m not doing anything super-fancy with this (though there will be some special edition screenprinted copies), just a quick’n’dirty chapbook so I don’t feel like the laziest poet on earth, still slingin’ two year old work.
Here’s the poems:
- FIXED WING PRAYERS FOR CRASHING JETS
- MAN TEACHES ORPHANED WOLF CUB TO HOWL
- FOR MY MOTHER ON HER DEATHBED
- THE FIRST TIME YOUR FATHER CURSES GOD
- NIGHT SHIFT AT THE GROUP HOME
- WAYS TO LOVE A BOY WITH BROKEN BONES
- STILL LIFE WITH SPRAYPAINT
- DEATHDANCE b/w EPHEDRINE
I’ll let y’all know how you can get one of these in a day or several, once I’ve finished putting it together. I’m excited. I hope y’all are too.