Along with the work of:

Danny P. Barbare :: A. Igoni Barrett :: Brooklyn Copeland :: Jeff Crouch & Christopher Woods :: JD Heskin :: Mary Sue Koeppel :: Hannah Leah :: Cynthia Ruth Lewis :: Rethabile Masilo :: Ashok Niyogi :: Charles E. Rice

Go check it out here.

I just found out that two of my poems have been accepted for Blossombones, a new online journal that I am really excited about. Or should I say about which I am really excited?

This is how I feel about my writing lately: It is useless, it has no effect. Trying to string words together has been the equivalent of trying to cut a thick piece of paper with a lousy, dull pair of scissors that aren’t even designed for my dominant hand.

Or worse, like trying to open a tin can with my knuckles. Only I’m not even sure what’s in the tin can — what, in fact, I am trying so hard to get at. And I certainly have no idea why I keep trying to get inside the damn thing. Other people have better, more creative tools than I happen to have at my disposal. They can open cans all day long and leave us marveling at the contents. They have endless methods for getting at certain ideas and feelings, and all I can do is stand back and admire their skills.

Ineffectual. It’s the reason I once gave for leaving a man. He’s just too ineffectual. He can’t seem to get anything done. Who knew ineffectual would come back so many years later to bite me on the rear.