Good morning! It is my very great pleasure to invite you to the book birthday of As the Tide Came Flowing In.
Originally conceived as a twentieth anniversary secret project, this chapbook has instead come out in time for my writing career to be legally old enough to drink, which is apt enough since the title novelette traces ultimately back to the seventeenth-century onion bottle, salt-green, sand-swirled, which came to me from the window of the China Sea Marine Trading Company and before that the mouth of a river in the Caribbean. The cycle of poems which precedes it has sources as disparate as family histories and folk songs, dead languages and pressing plagues, a nineteenth-century schooner fetched up by winter storms on Newcomb Hollow Beach. Publishing-wise, it spans seven years, but strands of it are old as childhood.
Thank you to Anna Tambour and Matthew Revert for the ocean-hearted cover, to Jeannelle M. Ferreira and Layla Lawlor for the antiquities of the interior, and to R.B. Lemberg, Yoon Ha Lee, Mike Allen, and Bogi Takács for the honor of their blurbs. Rob Noyes took the author photo. Three pieces of jewelry by Elise Matthesen are threaded throughout.
As the summer draws to fall in my hemisphere, please consider taking this book with you to a beach if you have one, although a ghost will do just as well if not. It may be purchased through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Indiebound, your local independent bookstore. It has been a long sea-road to this volume. I am pleased to set it adrift in the world.
Originally conceived as a twentieth anniversary secret project, this chapbook has instead come out in time for my writing career to be legally old enough to drink, which is apt enough since the title novelette traces ultimately back to the seventeenth-century onion bottle, salt-green, sand-swirled, which came to me from the window of the China Sea Marine Trading Company and before that the mouth of a river in the Caribbean. The cycle of poems which precedes it has sources as disparate as family histories and folk songs, dead languages and pressing plagues, a nineteenth-century schooner fetched up by winter storms on Newcomb Hollow Beach. Publishing-wise, it spans seven years, but strands of it are old as childhood.
Thank you to Anna Tambour and Matthew Revert for the ocean-hearted cover, to Jeannelle M. Ferreira and Layla Lawlor for the antiquities of the interior, and to R.B. Lemberg, Yoon Ha Lee, Mike Allen, and Bogi Takács for the honor of their blurbs. Rob Noyes took the author photo. Three pieces of jewelry by Elise Matthesen are threaded throughout.
As the summer draws to fall in my hemisphere, please consider taking this book with you to a beach if you have one, although a ghost will do just as well if not. It may be purchased through Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Indiebound, your local independent bookstore. It has been a long sea-road to this volume. I am pleased to set it adrift in the world.
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