Hey, Faulkner has books. Yeats has books. Why, even P.G. Wodehouse has books, some of which I suspect were written after his death. What have they got that I don’t have?
(/stares forlornly into the abyss whilst contemplating said question)
Doggone, I’ve used verbs, adjectives, and conjunctions just like those guys–so why not me? It is with that wild-eyed optimism that I’m happy to tell you that the long awaited (though by whom is an open question) collection of Kortas poetry is now submitted for your approval. Entitled The Romeo Letters & Other Poems, it appears just in time for the all-important Labor Day shopping season (as an aside, I had noted to the marketing folks at Hobo Press that such shopping was usually limited to beer and brats, to which they replied If you knew anything about marketing, would you be writing poetry? I came up a bit short on an answer to that argument.)
To get to the meat-n-taters of this over-long post, you may find the book for purchase here or here. It contains some sixty-odd poems culled from what I’ve ground out over the years, and it’s a good-looking book, as the design folks at Hobo Press are…well, they’re Hobo. So for those of you who have spent time at this here site and have contemplated having a collection of these works to adorn your coffee table (the book, incidentally, makes a lovely coaster), your time has arrived.