1. Copies of Come as Your Madness are in my possession! I still recommend you support small presses and order copies from Birds of Lace, though. And if you intend to get Come as Your Madness as a gift for a parent, please consider omitting some of the racier passages and replacing them with strange/funny ones, this-is-what-happens-when-you-find-a-stranger-in-the-Alps style.
If you are still at a loss for what books are great and worth purchasing for others for any reason at all, I told Gina Abelkop what I loved this year.
2. My sister went to live in Norway for a few months, and I asked her if she would not mind — since I accumulated some Portland-specific items for her on the trip to the northwest — bringing me back something one could only get in Norway.
3. Taylor Mali visited Harrisburg — more than I love a lot of things, I love "The The Impotence of Proofreading" — the same weekend as my best friend, and she got to see me feebly judge a slam poetry competition that preceded his performance. To its last, 2013 is surprising.
4. The Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel invited me to be a featured reader! On March 6, unless there are surprises.
5. My gnawing suspicion that I have not done anything for the past six months, which has been a plague on my mood, is only feebly allayed by constant checking of my Submittable account — not to see if anything has a response as much as to see that I am, indeed, submitting work to places. This fuels my suspicion that my object permanence skills could be outshone by a toddler.
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