Summer officially started on the 21st. But in central Texas, Summer shoves Spring out of the way early, and refuses to step aside for Fall until forced. Summer can be a bit of a bully.
I have three poems published in Silver Birch Press‘ Summer Anthology. As does my good blog friend Marcia. And a bunch of other writers, of course, but I don’t know any of them personally (or electronically).
The Summer anthology is a collection of poetry, prose poems, essays, memoirs, and short stories–all on the summer theme. Hot days, cool drinks, swimming, flowers, and more await inside these pretty glossy covers. The writers vary from established names like Anton Chekhov, Carl Sandburg, Robert Louis Stevenson, and Edith Wharton–and a bunch of lovely new writers to check out.
I’m so terribly excited about this, I don’t even have words for how elated I am. Just picture me grinning from ear to ear, and bouncing up and down like a caffeinated kitten, and you’ll be pretty close to the truth.
This is where I buy a million copies and force them on family and friends.
I also encourage you to buy a copy, (220 pages) because small presses can always use whatever support they can get. Kindle edition to come soon!