I have not posted in a while because I’ve been busy doing stuff, as this picture suggests. But I have to tell you that Owl Hollow Press is having a contest where readers vote for their favorite story in their Dark Magic anthology. Please go here and vote for my story, “Feedback Loop.”
My faux haiku (see here for its acceptance and here for why it’s faux) is up in Gnu Journal. I have been reading the poetry they published since they accepted the poem, and it is good. I especially like A City’s Insides, by Alex Wells Shapiro.
I wrote my poem back in October, when my region was experiencing drought, bright sun every day, and no seasonal turn in the weather, and when we were all following election coverage daily. In retrospect, it seems to me not only to comment ominously on climate change, but also to convey a more generalized dread. Please check it out here.
Photo credit: Rocky Raybell, Sun October 27 179. Oct. 27, 2014. CC 2.0. https://flic.kr/p/pymxLB. Only size was altered.
I’ve had a couple of nice comments on Twitter about my work, some gratifying mentions in reviews of Owl Hollow Press‘ Dark Magic, and some good reviews of my novella, Family Values, on Kindle, but I’ve just garnered my most prominent notice yet. On my daily visit to New Pages to check out the calls for submissions, I found a December 15, 2016, review of the latest issue of shufPoetry with an entire favorable paragraph devoted to my Can Poems! Here it is:
Lorna Wood’s three pieces are all strong on their own but become even stronger as a cohesive collection, using descriptions of food products as the bulk of her text. In “Can 4,” an audio piece, she mixes a description of canned chicken brisket with repeated snippets from a porn video, an overload on the auditory senses until a reader is not sure if Wood is reading about chicken or women’s bodies. In “Can 6,” a current, relevant concrete poem in the form of an American flag, Wood combines Trump’s infamous “make america great again” with Pet Pride dogfood complete with choice ingredients of acid and artificiality, “Guaranteed pride” promised.
Actually, both the canned chicken and the Pet Pride are cat food, and I used my voice acting skills to simulate a porn clip, but the substance of the literary analysis is spot on here, and I am incredibly grateful to reviewer Katy Haas. The rest of her review is good, too. I agree with her that L.A. Riquez’s Wanderlust and A.J. Rocca and Micah Tuhy’s “Hope Measured in Inches” are both especially rich works, each in its own way.
Thanks again, Katy Haas. You made my day.