One of the many strangenesses of being a creative writer is the long, invisible tail of submission and publication. It typically takes months to years for a poem, essay, or story to be accepted by a magazine or other outlet, and then many more months after that before the piece is published. This means that a writer can appear to be blossoming, even as the ink dries up in their pen.
On that note: my poem “Nothing is wrong,” about storms and flooding and gaslighting and climate change and the pandemic, was recently published in the Portland Press Herald. I’m very proud of this poem; it’s concise but dense with things I’ve needed to say.
You can read it here.
recommended reading
If you, like me, have ever responded to rumors of supposedly imminent extraterrestrial invasion with “ok,” you’ll love
’s short story “Miracle.” You can read it here.last call for stickers
Thank you so much to everyone who’s purchased a Mary Oliver sticker (or three). I wasn’t sure if anyone would want to buy them; clearly I needn’t have worried. Every aspect of this experience has been a gift and a delight, which makes me think I should probably do it again someday.
For now, though: I’ve got four stickers left, at $4 USD apiece (postage included). If you’d like one—or three—let me know.
bonus cartoon for making it all the way to the end
I am so, so glad you’re here.
"this is not a problem / of windows, he tells me, but of rain." Loved these lines and very much feel what you're saying about the strange timelines of writing and publishing.
Loved your poem Kate - as a renter, rings soooo true.