dulcetly...notes on a bookish life

 I've written before that April is the loneliest month. As a poet, you would think it would be a celebration, a month of revelry and readings and reaching new readers. Aprils are always an unusually packed month, not just when I was still working at the library. There I blamed the rise and fall of the semester, which, last couple weeks of April was reaching a head before finals, meaning we had a last chance for exhibits and programming that people would actually be likely to attend. Wait too long and everyone was immersed in papers and projects. This was also my experience too as a student, when the deadlines loomed just over the end of the month. This was also typically when I was in rehearsals in college for the spring show. While May was a bump and then an unraveling to vacation, April was always a little more demanding.  As a poet from around 2004-2018,  I tried unsuccessfully to do NaPoWriMo, and mostly failed. In 2018, having started a year where I was climbing out...