Not now, not yet...


Over the summer, between editing the current novel manuscript, I've managed to pull together a manuscript for a full-length poetry collection, and now I'm going to chicken out and not submit it. The poems are ready but I'm not. Maybe after the current novel project finds a publisher. For now, I still have stories in my head. The poems will be here when I'm dead. Perhaps someone will find my stash of poems, consign them to the trash, or find an editor to sort 'em, and I'll be a poet then, post-mortem.

Henry's books.

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