Tag Archives: parenthood

For You: Handmade Rabbit Society, a handbound chapbook

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Handmade Rabbit SocietyI am in a pile of copies, waxed linen thread and screenprinted covers of Handmade Rabbit Society (bunny-sized meditations on pregnancy, birth and parenthood), a hand-bound chapbook that is a product of a Cultural Equity Grant I received from the San Francisco Arts Commission. Part of the scope of the grant is a pay-it-forward component, where I make my own chapbooks and give them away if a reader will first buy the chap of an emerging writer or demonstrate that they have recently done so. I then log that title/author and where to obtain one on an online bibliography of new writers. I invite you, avid poem hunter, to help me fulfill the terms of my grant and participate in this project with me.

HERE’S HOW TO DO IT: Send me a note and two first-class postage stamps (more precisely, $0.65 U.S. postage) with the name of a self‐published or small-/micro- press poetry chapbook by title and author that you have purchased in the last 18 months. If you know it, please include the name of a bookstore or website where that author’s chapbook can be obtained. Email me directly for my snail mail address. You can mail me two stamps with the snail mail address I will provide you or, if you don’t have postage handy, I have a PayPal link here to fund the postage ($0.65 plus PayPal fees)–a copy of my chapbook will be mailed to you posthaste! Chapbook trades welcome too; please inquire if you are the author of a chapbook of poems and want to do a swap.

So my story begins…

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So my story begins...A household can change a lot. In the intervening 16 months since my last post on sadness and furry loss (Biscuit the cat died a few days after the post), we opened our hearts to another cat and, through that opening, became parents ourselves. This being is alive, healthy, wondrous. Her story began July 2011, if not before. Now a few months more and sleepless nights caring for a newborn fewer or none, normal is coming back, only it’s a new, better kind of normal. Sitting around at home all day is not a wasted day; it’s an observation of life sprouting, more stories beginning.