It’s been an incredible couple of weeks and this week is no different. Have you ever felt as though something was growing inside of you? Like, you were healing from something or maybe an idea for a project was percolating or perhaps you were reaching the end of your very last fuck? I’ve been feeling that way, but with like, all of them simultaneously.

Yesterday I reached out to all of the alums from my MFA program to see if any of them would be interested in creating a writer’s group, and so far about seven have said yes. One of the things that has been lacking in my life is a strong writing community outside of the social media surface-level connections. Part of the MFA process is developing a community who can give you feedback and support your work, and I’ve been missing that. I’m excited to have even a couple of people who are committed writers that I can bounce ideas off of and get feedback from.

Because I feel this in my bones: 2026 is my poetry year. I’ve already had one book published (I actually got my first royalty check yesterday from people ordering copies and it made my whole week), and I intend to at least have a handful of individual poems published before the year is out. Preferably, I’d love to have another book accepted for publication, and I’ve been sending out my work like my life depends on it, so hopefully that’s a possibility. But even if that doesn’t happen, I’m working on what would be my third full length collection, as well as a fourth, another potential chapbook, and I started a fifth full length collection.

It’s a year for poetry.

Tonight I’m attending a writing session to get a lot done in my third collection. It needs some work and I’ve been working on it slowly, but I’d like to get back into it with more focus and attention.

This is a shorter update.
I hope ya’ll are keeping up with your own writing projects.

Love and light.