It’s here!! Of Burgers & Barrooms, an anthology of poetry and prose about fast food joints and bars, arrived on my porch this morning!
It’s a gorgeous collection, featuring one of my poems, “Valencia Street, Sunday Morning,” about Clooney’s, a dive bar on the corner near my apartment in San Francisco years ago. I was thinking about Johnny Cash’s “Sunday Morning Coming Down” and the queasy beauty of the walk of shame when I wrote it.
Huge thanks to the editors, Jonathan K. Rice, M. Scott Douglass, and Madison B. Allums, for including my work. And my poem is in excellent company: I recognized at least one writer from Literary Mama (hello Kim Drew Wright!) and look forward to “meeting” the rest. What’s better than poetry, a (veggie) burger and a cold beer, especially when the poetry is about burgers and beer?
Copies are available through Main Street Rag Press, unless you’re related to me, in which case watch your mailbox!