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A wee update

 

Hello!

Thought I'd give you a wee update on how things are going in my world!

Little Gods came out with Roswell Press at the end of September 2023 and I was really busy for the first bit of October, reading poems from the new book at various local events.

I'm really grateful for all the books people bought, but there's still copies available, either online via Amazon for Kindle or in paperback, or you can get in touch with me at caralmckee (at) gmail (dot) com to get a signed copy of Little Gods and/or First Kiss sent to you in the post!

After my reading frenzy at the beginning of October I took a little break for a birthday celebration frenzy (it's still going on, there's a lot to celebrate).

I've been meaning to read a couple of poems online too, but I'm having a flare of trigeminal neuralgia which is triggered by talking, so that will come when it comes.

I'm hoping to read at the Scottish Writer's Centre launch of their new Mountain & Glen chapbook on December 12th at 7pm. Details here This features my poem, Mountain and Glen (so original, I know), which is in Little Gods, and Rae Gee, my very lovely editor, made a gorgeous little quote pic, so here's that.

In other big news, another poem from Little Gods, When you slow a bit you can see the way will be published in the next issue of Butcher's Dog magazine, which, imho is one of the best English language poetry magazines out there! The next issue will be out soon, and you can buy it from the website (and while you're there you might want to buy another one, because Butcher's Dog is awesome).


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