I've done a piss-poor job of keeping this blogspot fresh of late. B's family was staying with us, including her hilarious niece and nephew, which necessarily put the computer a bit out of bounds. But I'm back and all is well, despite a creeping cold.

I'm giving a reading this Wednesday at Black and White at 8, so come if you haven't had an earfull.

In my last post, I was trying to say I'm not sure how I'm feeling about the new Cole Swenson book, The Book of a Hundred Hands, and I'm still not sure. But I'll let you know.

Now I'm off to read poems, weep into my hands, and later I'll post a picture of the tears.