Republic Of Gum- Chapbook
This collection was written between 2016 and 2017. This book has been more or less finished, introduction aside, for four years. I just couldn’t find the right time to put it out. I lost faith. Poetry felt pointless for a while. The moment these poems captured had fractured into something even more illegible. 2016 had been a year of frogs, that classic portent of plagues to come. They were inescapable. These are poems filled with frogs and disease. They were written before the plagues, on the precipice of collapse. Then the collapse and plague came and I wasn’t sure what to do with the predictions of something that had come to pass. I’ve been thinking about these poems for five years. I’m finally ready to be done with them. A new moment is coming into being, for better and for worse.
— June 18, 2021.
This collection was written between 2016 and 2017. This book has been more or less finished, introduction aside, for four years. I just couldn’t find the right time to put it out. I lost faith. Poetry felt pointless for a while. The moment these poems captured had fractured into something even more illegible. 2016 had been a year of frogs, that classic portent of plagues to come. They were inescapable. These are poems filled with frogs and disease. They were written before the plagues, on the precipice of collapse. Then the collapse and plague came and I wasn’t sure what to do with the predictions of something that had come to pass. I’ve been thinking about these poems for five years. I’m finally ready to be done with them. A new moment is coming into being, for better and for worse.
— June 18, 2021.
This collection was written between 2016 and 2017. This book has been more or less finished, introduction aside, for four years. I just couldn’t find the right time to put it out. I lost faith. Poetry felt pointless for a while. The moment these poems captured had fractured into something even more illegible. 2016 had been a year of frogs, that classic portent of plagues to come. They were inescapable. These are poems filled with frogs and disease. They were written before the plagues, on the precipice of collapse. Then the collapse and plague came and I wasn’t sure what to do with the predictions of something that had come to pass. I’ve been thinking about these poems for five years. I’m finally ready to be done with them. A new moment is coming into being, for better and for worse.
— June 18, 2021.