kristy bowen | writer & book artist

Very often April gets me thinking about April's past, especially when it comes to poetry and poem-ish things. Not just because its the officially designated month for verse, but more since some of the best poetry things have happened in April. It's usually flush with readings and events and other ways that poetry shows up in the world and I am here for it. I've been invited to sit on panels, teach workshops, and participate in far many more readings during the month of April than others, plus NaPoWriMo drafting exploits, so it's always a month that is poetry-rich, even if I have nothing official planned. But today I found myself thinking of one April in particular. 2002. It was a year that I felt, for the first time, settled into city life and working full-time at the library. A year in which I was beginning to publish more frequently in online journals, a medium that were still very new and shiny on the poetry horizon, so much so that I had started my own with wicked a...