Today, Calamus Journal published my poem “The martian comes to me” in their second issue.
I’m always honored when my poems are accepted for publication in new journals. When a literary journal is just starting up, it’s a magical time. There’s so much possibility, so much slush pile to read through, so much that could go wrong.
When an editor (really, a person who truly believes in literature/poetry/voices/sharing writing, really, just a person) decides to start up a lit mag, it’s no small feat. I’m always impressed by new lit mags starting up and thriving, trying to make themselves heard and create a strong space for good writing, or even failing. It’s an impressive accomplishment to create a lit mag — so thank you, Eric Cline and Trevor Richardson, for sharing your new literary magic with me.
This poem was a fun reflection on transportation, and what another lifeform might think of our messy traffic and the ways we get around.
It starts on a subway in Paris.
Moves to a bus in Chile.
Sinks into depths in a German submarine.
Takes off in an American airplane.
All for the martian to find the method of commuting that reminds her most of her spaceship. To find out more about transportation and herself.
You can read the poem here.