knock knock

Who's there?

It's me, ya Kit! And my chapbook from 2013, a record of night, is now available all over the place. I just discovered this when I googled it randomly today. 

Catch me at Indiebound

Catch me at Books-A-Million

So hey, you can buy them there, too! So buy my poetry, y'all. It's pretty decent, ok. And SOON THERE WILL BE AN AUDIBLE NARRATED BY THE INCOMPARABLE E.M. KNOWLES... SO YEAH.

Okay.

Love y'all. Keep on NaNoWriMoing!

Big Dreams for the Year

Hello, readers!

Some big things are going on in my world. I'm finishing up some writing projects that I hope see the light of day sometime this glorious new year.

I also did a new thing! I created an author's page on Facebook. Be like the cool kids and go follow it, if you're so inclined.

Our writing collective had a productive meeting last night. I did some major goal setting for the new year and one of those goals is to start writing poetry again. It's time to put out a new chapbook, don't you think? So prepare yourself for some rough draft blog poems, again. Taking it back to the beginning of the blog, oh yes.



Speaking of chapbooks- haven't read my chapbook a record of night? Well you're just in time for a shameless plug. Check it out!

If you like what you read, please leave me a review at Amazon. This is a great way to support your local author-friend. Wink wink nudge nudge.

easley river road

This is a poem from my chapbook, a record of night. This almost-sonnet was written about a tryst with a married man (shock! gasp!) who was separated from his husband but was still remarkably unavailable. If you don't pine for a few emotionally unavailable humans in your college years, can you really say you went to college?

If you're interested in reading more of my poetry, please check out my chapbook at Amazon!

Don't forget leave a review and rate the chapbook at Amazon! It will help raise visibility and your feedback means a lot to me. 

when we die

This is a poem from my chapbook, a record of night. My soon-to-be ex-wife and I didn't talk much about what would happen when we died, but I thought about it. I find the idea that I could be a part of feeding the plants and integrating fully with the natural world after death to be very soothing. Our ashes won't mix together after death, but I still enjoy reflecting upon my ashes mixing with the roots of a chicory.

If you're interested in reading more of my poetry, please check out my chapbook at Amazon!

Don't forget leave a review and rate the chapbook at Amazon! It will help raise visibility and your feedback means a lot to me. 

telescope

This poem is from my chapbook, a record of night. This poem was started on a night with a clear sky, full of stars, and a cold longing for a dear friend who was very far away.

If you're interested in reading more of my poetry, please check out my chapbook at Amazon!

Don't forget leave a review and rate the chapbook at Amazon! It will help raise visibility and your feedback means a lot to me. 

In the process, everything

This is a poem from my chapbook, a record of night. I was inspired to write this poem by a jar of honey I had left in my mud room/writing room. The room was not as well insulated as the house, an add-on where a porch used to be, and I found myself staring into it as the seasons progressed. It was like staring into a bonfire or candle flame.

If you're interested in reading more of my poetry, please check out my chapbook at Amazon!

Don't forget leave a review and rate the chapbook at Amazon! It will help raise visibility and your feedback means a lot to me.