Good morning,
2016…what the eff?
A Trump Presidency? A slew of important people dying? A.S. Coomer being nominated for a Pushcart Prize?
What’s next? A semi-robotic mannequin takeover of Earth?
Shit is getting crazy out there, folks, and it’s getting crazier by the second…as in I’ve been nominated for a second Pushcart Prize. This time for a poem (The Old Skins of the New Snake) I wrote that the good people at Red Fez were so kind to publish back in February (Issue 86). Doc Sigerson, Editor-in-Chief of all things Fezzy, announced it via Facebook on Tuesday.
Big thanks to Head Poetry Editor, Poet-King-of-the-Underground & Overall-Good-Dude, Michael D. Grover (who’s got a nice little poetry letter to Trump you should read &share).
Whew. There’s no telling what’s in store for 2017.
-A.S. Coomer
Categories: Literature, Poetry
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