Every night, I work on this magazine. I’m either formatting pieces or reading submissions or laying out manuscripts or concepting/designing covers or setting up readings. Most nights, I’m lucky to get four hours of sleep. Most mornings, I wake up early and get right back at to work. I send 50 emails a day. I go to the post office three times a week. I have neglected family obligations, personal aspirations, and social gatherings. I have favored faceless strangers over lifelong friends, all to make this thing bigger and better than it was ever supposed to be.
Every night. For five years. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Laura and I started Big Lucks five years ago. We thought we were getting a hobby. Instead, we ended up with a family. When I think about all the brilliant people we’ve had the pleasure of meeting and publishing and hosting…I mean, I crying right now. I wish I wasn’t, but when I think about how far we’ve come, I just can’t help it. Starting this magazine was the best decision we’ve ever made. It’s grown bigger than we could ever imagine, and haven’t even gotten started yet.
We’re about to launch a press. We’ve already accepted 11 books for publication. We have plans to do more, but I can’t talk about that yet.
I believe that poetry is its own sort of magic. I believe that, when the world’s gone to shit, poetry will be there. I believe that this press is going to be huge, and it’s going to happen organically. I’m excited to take this next step. I hope you take it with us.
I love you. I hope you know I mean that.