On of my favorite poems, “How We Go,” appears this month in Connecticut River Review. I am privileged to appear in such good company.

I feel like 2023 has been a bit of a quiet year, after two and some change of really barreling through some writing and scholarly projects. I’ve been working on longer pieces, including some scholarly book chapters I’m excited to get into the world. More than a little scared about them, too, if I’m honest.

“How We Go” is a contemplation of how the people in my family die. Historically, we have a lot of cancer in my family, but in modern days we are more and more fighting weight-involved illnesses. They claimed my father, and I fear they’ll do the same to me, despite my best efforts.

The poem is also an inventory of the various breakdowns of my body. I’ve been fortunate to be generally in good health, but now that I am nearing 50, I am seeing little cracks in the armor. Stuff hurts.

Thanks to the editors for seeing something in “How We Go.”

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