Poetry chapbook giveaway - THROUGH OCTOBER 1
In which the entry fee is being nice to yourself.
So. I’m going to give away three copies of my poetry collection, And My Blood Sang, because why the fuck not?1
There are people who think it’s like, pretty good actually.
HOW TO ENTER:
You have to think of a time you were scared but brave and pushed through, or when you were kind in a way that mattered however small, or something about yourself that you’re truly proud of.
If you’re comfortable, restack this post and share! If not, message me your story privately. If you message me, still restack; it is the easiest way for me to keep track and make sure I’ve entered everyone. (If you just feel like restacking to share, just add a note.)
Everyone will simply be assigned a number in the order of which they entered, and I will use a random number generator to decide the winners.
Consider subscribing. You don’t have to. But it is just more free writing.
ELIGIBILITY:
You have to live in the continental US— or now! also the UK, Canada, or Mexico. I’m sorry, I just can’t spend that much on postage. And I’ll be writing everyone a note or I would just buy it for you in your country, but you’ll want this signed copy one day because it will totally be worth $1.
Actually want to read some of my poetry, and don’t just enter because it’s a free book. (This is obviously the honor system, but be cool guys.)
Don’t be a dick. In general.
AFTER:
Post about it somewhere. I can’t control you, but I’d appreciate it.
And that’s it! You have to genuinely remember something good about yourself and tell just one other person that good thing. Or more! Restack! Own your awesomeness! Whatever you’re comfortable with.
And then read some poetry.
I have no idea how many people will do this, so I don’t know yet if I have a deadline or maximum number of entrants, but I will update this post once I do.
Photo above taken by my friend, of a cat that followed me around a park until I rescued him and named him Haruki, who kindly took him in when I couldn’t.
Cover art by Dex.
Trigger warning: it is about the trauma of abuse and rape, and the process of beginning to heal. There is nothing explicit.
I reminded myself that I am enough and j deserve to take care of myself. And had crisps for breakfast.
I’d like to enter! For me, I was going to do a public presentation but was afraid to as so many people would watch. But I wanted to do it and so I did. Got cheered by many.