Happy leap-year weekend, everyone! I hope the end of February is good wherever you are.
In Atlanta, we’ve got America’s best marathon runners racing tomorrow in the Olympic marathon trials, and I’m psyched to go cheer on some of my favorite athletes. I’ve also been watching Netflix’s “Love is Blind,” which is eye-bleedingly trashy and delightful, and ordering face masks on Amazon so I can ward off COVID-19.
In even more exciting news, the underwear story is out at Maudlin House! It’s wacky, weird, and fun, if I do say so myself. I hope you enjoy it!
Happy (finally) springtime! It’s stopped being forever rainy and cold in Georgia, and I hope you’re getting some sunshine too.
I’ve been working sporadically for the past year or so on a poetry chapbook, and I corralled my courage and decided to make it known to the world. It’s called “Atlanta Millennium,” and it’s about Atlanta, love, dogs, running, depression, and trying to be a decent human in the 2000s. If you like words or any of those things, or you need a friend in book form, you might check it out. The digital version is available for $2.99 on Amazon, and you can read it for free if you’ve got KindleUnlimited. If that’s going to break the bank but you really want to read it and you’ll review it or recommend it to some friends, just let me know and I’ll try to get you a copy.
For a much shorter read (of exactly 50 words), you should check out Chip Houser’s “Beetle in her Pocket.” Chip’s work is borderline horror, and you may never look at a pageant the same way.