I’ve been doing a small project with a novella called Sleepless Night over the past week or two. As with Misery, the recto pages have the title at the top and I’m sticking with those for now. It is a good recurring title for a poem, I must say. The author’s writing is not particularly interesting linguistically and it’s short on good nouns. But I’m making the poems small, like aquariums, or dark little rooms where your thoughts or your grave concerns or all the things you are looking forward to keep you awake.

I’ve also been doing the Februllage collage-a-day challenge on Instagram, as I did last year. I’m not striving to do every day, though. I go back and forth on so many things . . . poetry, collage, myself. Some days we’re all ok and other days I think there is no reason to continue to engage with those three.

In good news, as of a couple weeks ago, Hotel Almighty now has its own page on the Sarabande website. The cover font has been redone and I like it a lot. The Sarabande team also sprinkled the insides with a few design touches that work well, according to me. The book is due out in September but surprisingly you can already pre-order it. 

Otherwise, it’s St. Valentine’s Day. So here is a wonderful poem by Jack Underwood that has love and sainthood in the title/first lines: Instead of Bad News About a Person I Love.