I wrote a poem about what it’s really like to be a cafeteria cashier and cook at the Grand Canyon.  It’s called “Smokenstocks” and it’s now published at Words Dance!  That’s right, for your reading pleasure, my post-college employment and my English degree hooked up and soon gave birth to a poem about smoking, Birkenstocks, smoking, cigarettes, smoking, and low wage jobs in beautiful places.  This poem is about tobacco smoking.  Some day I may follow up with other poems about…other smoking.

I’m super psyched to be published at Words Dance.  Look for my poem “Texarkana Tap Water,” coming up in May.

Hazy blue hour in Grand Canyon. View from the South Rim.  Michael Gäbler [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons