Apparently, some foolish press has committed the grave tactical error of accepting a manuscript of my poetry, going so far as to claim they will actually publish it.
Why would anyone do this? I have no idea. Were they hopped up on pain meds? Did they lose a bet?
Publishers are inscrutable and are often motivated by strange, dark urges. Best not to dwell too much on their disquieting perversions.
In short, my debut chapbook, This Folded Path, is forthcoming from above/ground press.
Details to follow!