****UPDATE***** I won’t be attending the Berkshire Book Expo on Sunday. A recent cold has run me down and I want to be in strong reading condition for my book launch on Monday night (see below). Book launch is still happening!
A reminder for anyone who will be in my neck of the woods, western Mass., on Sunday and/or Monday. On Sunday, March 29th from 1-5 pm I’ll be at the Crowne Plaza in Pittsfield for the Berkshire Festival of Women Writers first book expo. I will have my three books for sale, all $14, along with three original 19th century diaries belonging to Esther Small (pictured above) on display for you to get a look at; her published 1886 diary, which I transcribed, researched and explicated, appears above. The Diary of Esther Small, 1886 won this year’s New England Book Festival Award for Regional Literature. I’m donating copies of Split the Crow and The Diary of Esther Small to the expo auction, all money will benefit future festivals. I’ll also be signing books. I should probably come up with a standard ‘message’, but, alas, me being me, they all end up a little different, a little strange. And my signature is never the same twice….
On Monday March 30th at 7 pm, I’ll be at Amherst Books launching Split the Crow with a reading and signing. This is also my honorary reading for winning the 11th annual Anne Halley Poetry Prize given by The Massachusetts Review for poems published in the previous year’s issue. I’ll read for about 45 minutes, interspersing some history with the poems, and I would love to talk to some kindred spirits afterward: that will be my reward for being the one at the lectern. Truly, it would be great to meet some of you. And though the Emily Dickinson Museum, located further down the same road, is closed on Mondays (boo) you can at least get a look at her house. And, if you turn left after ED’s house, and drive about 1/2 mile, you can visit her grave. Dickinson is buried beside her sister Lavinia, her mother and father. Bring a trinket to leave because, if you’re like me, when you find yourself standing before her grave you’ll be moved to make some kind of gesture. My 15-year-old made a short film starring me as the transparent ghost of Emily Dickinson, with footage of the gravesite. It lasts as long as the short ED poem I recite. Come on Monday and we’ll talk about that too. And maybe I’ll let you know where you can see the film!