It’s been many years since I’ve had a poem accepted by a literary publication, as I’ve been focused on my fiction. About a year ago I got the idea for this poem and it kept nagging at me until I got out my legal pad and finally wrote the first draft on the way to a camping trip (don’t worry; I was the passenger).
It’s called “It’s Too Early,” and today, it appears online in Lines, Volume 2 of Penstricken, a new literary magazine. It’s serendipitous that it’s happening today, two days after my twins’ 9th birthday, and that’s the only spoiler I’ll give… if it’s possible to spoil poetry.
Happy National Poetry Month! If this is the only poetry you indulge in this month, I won’t judge.
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