Hello, OS friends,
I know that I've been a stranger around here lately now that my school work is eating up so much of my time, but I did want to let those of you who have asked know that my first full-length book of poetry is now available from FutureCycle Press. Thank you for all the insight and support you have given me here at OS! Please keep me posted on your writing exploits. What have you been up to?



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Con: Fictitious sock puppet people have always been my biggest fans.
It's been a long time since I've bought a book of poetry. Time to end that streak.
Stay tuned for something I'm collaborating on right now, for the fall ...
designanator: I've missed it here. I will certainly try to come up with something. Thanks for always reading.
Matt: Thanks so much! I don't know if it's redundant. Maybe some people's creativity is predictable--like they can always wake up and know it will be there. Mine's not like that; it's more like a stray cat that comes around at strange times.
My Heart on a String: Thanks. Let me know if you remember the names, and I'll take a look.
Algis: I certainly hope it does. Thank you.
Lea: Thank you. And keep me posted on that collaboration. What kind of project is it?
Thoth: Wow. I don't know if it can live up to that, but thank you!
littlewillie: I see from visiting your blog that you still have it in you to write a very weird, very funny Santa story!
2) can't wait to read Lunatic!
JP: I am alive and well. Hope you enjoy it.
"I want to talk bowel movements/walk straight up to the next well-bred woman I see..." ---How often I have felt that way! Ms. Hagood's lines contain a weird truth of our civilization. Regardless of social or economic status, we tend toward self-deception on many levels, and love to put shiny veneer over walls full of mold. Ms. Hagood consistently THINKS and OBSERVES before she speaks, an inherent quality of being, which allows her poems to far surpass the effusions and out-right vanity of many contemporary poets.
Her poems are rare and beautiful gems like the poems of Emily Dickinson. We find concise clarity of expression and a wealth of well-formed ideas, which offer a comprehensive report on tenderness and responsibility, accuracy and illusion, and the vast perversion of language in the 21st century, where our limited vocabulary and instant digital delivery make worthwhile communication nearly impossible. She may compose poems on a laptop, but Ms. Hagood's ideas are hand-written, borne on her sensual tongue and lips, tactile, primal, personal, and above all, poetic.
(Her name says more than she ever expected: Hey! Good!
I care about every single line! I'm Caroline!)