The official announcement:
This picture book has had its own long long walk… it began forever ago, as a poem. A poem I wrote (Sadly, I no longer have a copy) in Tennessee for a political poetry class I took with Earl Braggs, and which I performed with a group of other readers, (in a round, if you can believe that) at Barking Legs Theater.
A few years later, I tried again to write about the plagues, in grad school, while studying with Marvin Bell. That go-around the poems was published in the Iowa Journal of Cultural Studies, and a revised version was reprinted at Poets Against the War.
This version is very different. It’s pretty dark, but not bleak I don’t think. Not despairing. It’s forward-looking, Egypt seen through the eyes of a young boy. The difference between the two version is, I think, a difference of seven years, and motherhood.
I can’t wait to see art!