The Word Works Reading in LA 3/28

 

Spring Readings & Signings

In Time for Pre-Order

Happily, my new book of poems, In Time, is now available for pre-order. My hope is that the book will bring you some solace, happiness, and surprise. About the book, one of my literary heroines, Carole Maso has said,

With a simplicity that is poignant, disarming and profound, Ethel Rackin explores with astonishing insight, sensitivity, and quietude the complexities and depths of what it means to be alive. There is in these poems an immersion in thought, in time, in feeling so complete and so irresistible I find myself drawn back to them again and again. One of the finest books of poetry I have read in a long time.

The publication date is May 1, but you can place your order as soon as you like. More info. to follwo on launch readings.

Three New Poems in The American Poetry Review

I'm happy and grateful to have three poems in the beautiful new issue of The American Poetry Review, including "Fire," which is featured on APR"s website. All three poems are included in my forthcoming collection, In Time, due out from Word Works Books in January, 2025.

Single-Genre Volumes of Crafting Poems and Stories

Broadview Press is currently in the process of publishing two new single-genre volumes of Crafting Poems and Stories: A Guide to Creative Writing. These accessible, affordable volumes are perfect for single-genre creative writing workshops. Check out Crafting Poems and Crafting Stories on the Broadview site for more information.

Cover Reveal: Forthcoming 2025 from Word Works Books

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New Poems in Allium

I'm pleased to have two poems in the new issue of the wonderful Allium! Here's one of them:

January

To say I felt a loss wasn’t exactly it.
It’s just that a wind blew
and I wasn’t exactly sure where it was
coming from. Several tall candles stood
unlit. A piece of land left undeveloped.
Who would buy it? Would they use it
to raise donkeys, horses, cows? None
of the neighbors could be sure.
Meanwhile, we had to get up
each day, put on our socks and
other things, go to work, and pretend
not to think about any of it. The
more we pretended, the more it felt
real.