One of the pleasures of editing collections (stories and poems) is asking the author “What else do you have?”
You never know when something old and amazing will appear, a piece from years back that some other editor (foolishly) rejected, or was published somewhere and lost to time, or which the author herself decided was not good and kept in a drawer.
When Bill Buege, the poet that Burlesque Press is due to publish in September, casually sent me his sequence of Kansas poems, I was blown away by their quiet, pitiless, wonder-filled voice. I immediately asked if they were available.
Here’s one (forthcoming in his new book, Stumble into a Lighted Room.)
Here’s another. This poem was a particular pleasure to discover in Bill’s (electronic) desk drawer. I love the way the seemingly straightforward diction works across the lines, carrying the reader’s eye through the line breaks. The title is maybe a little deceptive, too.
These poems now make up the first section of the book.
The book comes out in mid-September.