Split Map is here

The cover of split map with landscape by Liz Simmons

I can see forsythia bushes — bright yellow branches waving to me in the wind — and tulips and so many squirrels. They are trying to tell me that a real spring is imminent and sunshine will follow and oh they want me to mention…

My chapbook is here. You can (pre) order it through this link right now!

Isn’t the cover fantastic? Thanks so much to Liz Simmons, who generously provided me the use of her painting. When I first saw it on her Instagram, I knew instantly that I wanted it for my cover. I am inspired by the emotion and intuition in her art work. Her work reminds me of the foothills where some of my poems take place.

From the introduction by Rita Banerjee:

Reading Rebecca Connors’s Split Map feels like slipping into a Southern afternoon. In the space between roses, cut grass, and magnolia breath, this subtle and powerful collection of poems invites the reader into the restlessness of home, the slippage of time, and the memory of places and histories fractured and re-formed into something more surprisingly intimate and beautiful.

I am so excited for this release. This book is small and weird. It’s also mighty. It’s a mix of childhood and different cities and imagined spaces and love letters all in a tiny package. It’s my younger self and I want to be kind to her.

Celebrate with me and purchase a copy!

Take it to 43

this reindeer has a complex backstory and loves you.
Hello hello,
I have been out of the loop or rather too much in it to think about communicating via my lovely little letters. Here’s the thing, I’m 43 now. Usually I do birthday resolutions and I haven’t in a long while but I thought maybe today I would just word vomit some out. But then, sitting here, I came to realize that for the first time I am not really aching and not really wanting to make profound announcements of what I should do.

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A burden of sleeplessness

In which I can’t stop dreaming

Dear Dears,

I asked Patrick last night when I would stop dreaming of moving and packing. Maybe when we buy our first home? And he said, Most likely not. Which while disappointing, I realized was most likely the truth. My feelings of rootlessness and abandonment have nothing to do with where I am currently living. It’s a constant theme of my life: trying to make a presence for my body and for my beliefs.

It is fitting that my poems right now are about place and dreams and not leaving places when I was totally uncomfortable because I wanted to be nice. Continue reading “A burden of sleeplessness”

Don’t Even Try This at Home

Warning: this letter contains fear of success, success, enormous amounts of anxiety and a bizarre fascination with infectious diseases. 

Dear dears,

Within the month of January, I had an elastic amount of whiplash. I am both terrified and exhilarated. I always wondered why, when there are things I know I want to achieve, I did not strive for them. Or why, when I saw other people achieving their dreams, did I feel so hollow inside, instead of feeling joy for their success?

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