TigerTorakio

Adieu, 2021, the most stressful year of my adult life. That said, I somehow managed to read a respectable number of books this year, and I'm awfully proud of this weird mixture of the ancient world, sci-fi/horror, cute animals, and the avant garde: https://www.goodreads.com/user/year_in_books/2021/123572459 My favorites: Novels: Negative Space by B.R. Yeager (2020, Apocalypse Party) Dead Astronauts by Jeff VanderMeer (2019, Picador) Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami (2000, Vintage Books) Poetry (sort of): ReRites: Raw Output + Responses by David (Jhave) Johnston (2019, Anteism Books) Masterworks of Miyazawa Kenji (2002, International Foundation for the Promotion of Languages and Culture) Yi Sang Selected Works (2020, Wave Books) H of H Playbook by Anne Carson (2021, New Directions) Unclassifiable: Prelude to Transgression by M. Kitchell (2020, Inside the Castle) Rituals Performed in the Absence of Ganymede by Mike Corrao (2021, 11:11 Press) Philosophy of the Sky by Evan

2021 has been monstrously busy, but life is finally settling into a new rhythm. I've relocated to Rhode Island for a new job that I'm really enjoying, and I'm finding more time to create. I hope to have a much more artistically productive 2022. Meanwhile, I have a new poem appearing in Tatterhood Review: "In Cryosleep (The Moon Falls on Unbelievers)" https://tatterhoodreview.com/in-cryosleep-by-gregory-kimbrell/

Happy New Year! Yes, 2020, wasn't great. And I'm certainly hoping for a better 2021. But there have been plenty of loser years before. And some good things happened in 2020. In personal literary terms: On the one hand, I had just a single poem published and felt pretty depressed at how devoid of imagination and closed off to anything outside the bland mainstream the poetry publishing world is. On the other hand, I finished a new book manuscript, began a new series of poems, absorbed lots of things (books, music, etc.) to refuel my own imagination, and laid the groundwork for more erasures. Onward to H the Shadow: For Book II, titled The Book of M, I'll be trying new things, visually and linguistically. This is the story of Maug now. But are we in the same time continuum, or a parallel world? Not even I know!