Three of my poems have just been accepted for an upcoming anthology of southern Ohio literature edited by the poet Neil Carpathios. One of the poems is an older one written while driving down to my brother’s farm in Ohio and was published a few years ago in The Cincinnati Review. I had to pull off the highway to get the poem down on paper as it had started spontaneously flying out of my head while I was driving. The other two are brand new poems, from my second book-length manuscript, focusing around my time last year living in an apartment above Main Street in an Ohio village (pop. 800).

This is the first time my work has been included in an anthology. I am overjoyed, to say the least.