i am inside myself a lot these days
well, most days
okay, every day
i am also
with loneliness & isolation
that i think would be relieved
but maybe i am one of those people who
even after dreams are achieved
i’m shopping for a publisher. i think my collection is complete, but i am so tired of proofing & editing, that i cannot stand to read through it even one more time to see what needs to be polished.
i am over on the poets & writers site looking though all of the small presses. i have found a few dozen, but i keep looking because i expect to be rejected multiple times and want to be prepared.
i am tired of looking at publishers.
much like my personal life, i just want someone to walk up my driveway and say, “i am here to take care of all your (publishing) needs.”
alas…my driveway is empty…and in serious need of being re-graveled.
the map painting is one of many treasure maps i have made for different art assignments at uw-madison. fuck me, i love a treasure map.