No, I’m not serious. April is the cruelest month is a line from T. S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. In fact, I love April. Especially in Missouri where I was born and grew up and have spent the past two weeks.
Here in mid-Missouri, the redbud trees are blooming, the trees are leafing out in the palest yellow green, birds are building nests, all sorts of wildlife are mating, goslings are hatching, pileated woodpeckers are doing their mating dance on tall trees (see video here).
It’s enough to make a person write poetry. Maybe that’s why April is poetry month? Here are some ways to celebrate.
I have edited the proof of my forthcoming poetry collection, Desire Returns for a Visit. Soon we will have the bookcover approved and ARCs (Advance Review Copies) will be available for reviewers.
Next week I have a performance of one of my short plays happening in the 70th Anniversary Showcase of The Scripteasers of San Diego. If you’re in the area, please come, and say hello after the show. Details here.
Also, I’ve added a pop-up to my website, in case you want to sign up for my occasional newsletter (no spam ever). It appears as you’re about to leave the site, and won’t repeat for a year. Here’s my site.
As always, thank you for reading, following, and for leaving comments!