Go!

We are in the thick of autumn and horizontal rain on the concord grapes. My dog loves this weather. Soup weather. Stew and blanket weather. Football and yelling from the stadium settling into a light cloud of GO! over the entire town.

I've been berry-ing

summer means berry time in WNY. Classes start up again soon and the blog will be back. More pics, more steam, more deliciousness.

my interview on NPR

...is now live until Aug. 19, so you can listen to it whenever and wherever you want!

Be sure to check out the other interview line up HERE

Last reading of 2009 in NYC

New Hampshire

Sorry for the silence. The semester has ended and I am now at MacDowell for a while. These woods are magic. For reals. A wild turkey has followed me back to my studio but I like to pretend it is a peahen. These tiny flowers are along the footpath I take every morning for breakfast and again, in the evening for dinner. Ethereal any time of day.

National Poetry Writing Month

Are you ready for the National Poetry Month poem a day challenge??

Poetic Asides from Writers' Digest is doing a mini-contest for it and I will be one of the judges. Each day, a new writing prompt will be posted and then I select the best poem submitted that day. I won't know which day I will get and neither will you. The other judges:

* Seth Abramson
* Sandra Beasley
* Shaindel Beers
* Mary Biddinger
* Jericho Brown
* Edward Byrne
* Sage Cohen
* J.P. Dancing Bear
* Jim Daniels
* Mark Doty
* Annie Finch
* Nick Flynn
* Jeannine Hall Gailey
* Guy LeCharles Gonzalez
* Vince Gotera
* S.A. Griffin
* Tom C. Hunley
* Collin Kelley
* Amy King
* Dorianne Laux
* Alex Lemon
* Reb Livingston
* Diane Lockward
* Marilyn Nelson
* Aimee Nezhukumatathil
* Chad Prevost
* Don Share
* Martha Silano
* Patricia Smith
* Anne Tardos

More details on the Poetics aside blog HERE

Kansas City!

If you are in the AREA--
It'll be my first reading in Kansas City! Last time I was there, I was a grad student at AWP.
And remember, hug a dachshund today.

On Mentoring

the wonderful Annie Finch has a great post on The Women Poets on Mentorship anthology today on the Poetry Foundation blog. Check it out.

Kundiman article

Here's a little bit of background on the wonderful Asian-American poetry organization called KUNDIMAN.

for the apple of my eye

wknd project: mini-apple pies! The full cute and easy instructions HERE.

AWP Panel: teaching pedagogy in a multi-genre classroom

Hello to all who are visiting from my panel on multi-genre classrooms! Here are the 3 "image-heavy" exercises that have worked really well in my classroom and can easily be adapted to beginning or advanced classes:
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ESSAY: “Dining for Details”
Write 15-20 sentences describing one of your most favorite meals. Who was with you? Describe the room where you ate. What was on the table? What was the occasion?
Include every candlestick or grease stain on the pizza box. And of course, describe the actual food and drink—be judicious in your details—imagine your reader has never tasted these foods before.

POEM: “Deck the Poem with Lots of Holly...”
Write about a holiday—Valentine’s Day, Easter, Halloween, Fourth of July, etc. It doesn’t have to be one that you currently celebrate, but in this case, it will help. Describe the holiday in such a way that no one else but you could describe it. What are the specific tastes, sounds, and smells of the holiday? Let your title be the name of the holiday itself—which may sound at first blush ‘boring’ or bland, but fill your poem with luminous detail. It will more than make up for the simplicity of the title.

SHORT-STORY: “The Bumper Sticker Story”
List a few of your favorite sayings from bumper-stickers. Choose one and make up a car (make, model, color, condition?) to go along with it. Choose 3 uncommon objects found inside the car, along with 2 distinct smells. This car is parked somewhere (where?). A character walks by and looks inside. Shortly afterwards, the car’s owner returns. What happens next? This exercise relies on images right from the beginning to conjure up a distinct character ‘personality’ and expectation of conflict. Though there are seemingly a lot of prescriptive questions to start, I’ve found students particularly enjoy the freedom and play that goes along with this exercise.

a new semester

And she said, Take out your pencils and begin.

a neat little project by Arielle Greenberg and Rachel Zucker---

poems about the new presidency for the 1st 100 days of Obama's administration. A new poem every day.

Bookmark it and check it out HERE

Hope, Redux

And I'll be darned if the snow isn't brighter this morning. Even the squirrels seem extra plump and puffed out proud. It's a beautiful day!

sometimes you can make it work.

squinting in the holidazzle sunshine

Villanelle, with holidazzle blue claw-polish (don't blame me, the groomer did it without asking)

The flock is decked in tiny lights. Warm sweets will be baked and there will be a fire there will be fires. I know now what makes good kindling, what can easily burn and what is good for the flame.

I sprinkled red pepper flakes all over the gagillion bulbs I planted. Double tulips and daffy daffodils. If any squirrels try to take a bite, their wee black lips will be on fire. Hee hee! And don't pity the squirrels around here. They regularly pelt me with walnut debris from the tops of the telephone wires. We're talking gang wars here and I'm just protecting my turf.
With pepper.

I can't even hear the turkeys over the din of all this Christmas music. Gah.

Live from Chicago-- my birthplace, my hometown that made me so proud last night. In the streets, everyone was laughing and talking to each other. Total strangers. The joy and hope in the air was palpable. I saw an advertisement for a circus of cats. A bicycle adorned with flowers woven in the spokes. The sun is out, 70 degrees, in NOVEMBER. Lake Michigan is quiet and still.

People eat ice cream. The dachshunds need no little coats.

Meet the Beetles

new essay on one of my favorite poets, Linda Pastan, and her lovely poem, "The Deathwatch Beetle," HERE

how the pandas were rescued

patch

How to find the perfect one, so plim and plumpy?

This is someone's personal library

amazing, no?

She was almost called Strudel

new interview (Thanks Robert!) up at the Writers Digest blog!

central Florida

The secret of the seed is the pulse and sleep until it is ready to burst. And burst entire into a lovely frond at the edge of a swampy lake. Small shelter for an alligator or wily rat.

in this water

I was in this water. I was above the animal. I was below the animal. She saw the white of my eyes and I saw hers through my mask. The first rule is to breathe slow and full. The second rule is don't touch. The third rule is see if you can remember this moment, and write it again and again.

Atlanta, GA 8.27.08

So much rain and still so many blueberries. It's peak blueberry season here. Every hop and jump of fruit can be felt in the basket.

a life-long dream is about to come true: at the end of the month I will be swimming with whale sharks!
whale!
sharks!

NEW! a great new article about 3 poets: HERE

Jackfruit cold and crunch, jackfruit split with a knife rubbed down with olive oil, jackfruit large and sunsplit. This is my favorite fruit in the universe and it is raining cats and rats here in Florida but my father just set a bowl full in front of me and suddenly there is only sun.

new review from The Buffalo News!

Dog days of summer and we are in cherry season right now. Wash each piece of fruit before you eat. I don't even want to know what beetle did a little dance.

Yours truly reading a poem on LINEBREAK

The little gems are growing. The little gems are sweet and won't you taste them? Who can refuse such a garden?

strawberry jellyheart cheesecake

Each day, another handful of fresh strawberries in the apron of my skirt. Even the runner plants growing wild and throaty under the fence are dotted with white fruit, sure to ripen soon with all this heat. A festival, really.

I think there is a ghost trapped in my window. I ignored it for months. Every time I climbed the stairs, it was there and I put my head down, turned away. I think there is a ghost in my window. The condensation inside the 2 panels suddenly showed up this spring and has been there ever since. This has never happened before in the five years since I bought the house. There is a ghost in my window. You cannot remove the panels to just mop up the condensation and that's good because I don't want any ghosts smeared on a cloth either.

But today, on the cusp of strawberry season, the ghost vanished. Save some berries for me, window ghost.

and now the crawl of summer begins. the garden tools are ready, gloves set.

do you write poemy essays or essayish poems or perhaps something story-ish? or something like it??

Submissions to the FINELINE COMPETITION must be postmarked by June 1.

There is a $10 entry fee, which typically entitles entrants to send up to three prose poems, short-short stories, or micro essays. Our judge for the 2008 competition is Aimee Nezhukumatathil, author of two poetry collections, Miracle Fruit and At the Drive-in Volcano. Writers who have a close personal or professional relationship with the editors of MAR **or the judge** are not eligible to submit their work. You will find complete information about the Fineline contest on our website: HERE


Please address Fineline submissions as follows:

Fineline Competition
Mid-American Review
Department of English
Bowling Green State University
Bowling Green OH 43403

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Of course sometimes you have to swim with your mouth wide open. Not to feed, but to be heard. The whale shark is covered with spots, coins of light. And how much change do you have left?

sadness, horror, and hope

I started and stopped and erased a post on this and finally today I thought i just need to get the word out there. Warning: this is about the most horrific gang rape case I have ever heard about, so don't read about it if you don't want to hear the details. Suffice it to say, it is HORROR-ful. This happened almost a year ago and I can't believe it didn't get more publicity. Not even all of the suspects have been arrested, but some of the guys who have been charged with this crime are in SEVENTH grade.
That's it: pure horror.

I have NO idea how such evil can exist in this world, but found out my friend Tayari is organizing an ebay literary auction for the mother and son victims HERE. There are some awesome books out there as well as an AUTHOR photo session with an awesome photographer!

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Donations can be mailed to: St. Ann’s Catholic Church, 310 N. Olive Avenue, West Palm Beach, FL 33401

Each white footprint of the crab spider leaves a pitter of salt.

on the cusp of Spring

but outside: snow. Inside: purple and the penny stink of tulips in a glass.

mad about elephants

One of the poems that I get the most email from students about is up today on Sepia Mutiny! Thanks, Sandhya!

a little bit of q and a

New interview over here in a series about POETS ON BLOGGING. (thx, Peter!)

all this snow has got me feeling a bit batty in my belfry.

I'm In A Banned Book

I keep forgetting to mention this, an anthology I am in has been banned in a high school in Rhode Island! This happened in the fall, and I could not believe all the press it was getting--Elle magazine, Defamer, etc. No, my essay was not the controversial one in question...mine simply dealt with hair drama/trama during the 80s.

Backstory here, on the wonderful and patient editor, John McNally's blog.
And the article (with plenty of comments on it) from Jezebel here.

Thriller

Thriller was released 25 years ago today.

TWENTY-FIVE.

Holy cats, I seriously feel the 1st twinges of getting old. ollllllld. I saved up my allowance to buy that album in 3rd grade (with the double photo spread of MJ and a tiger(??!) when u opened it up). My allowance was from skimming the desert moths from our pool, raking the yard's gravel, and dusting the house. random little chores for an 8 yr old in suburban Phoenix.

I never had the sequined glove, but I memorized the lyrics, the dance moves, made up my OWN dance routines to at least 5 of the songs of whick I can actually still remember and sometimes break into in public if I hear "Wanna Be Startin' Somethin" for example. And yes, D runs and hides. Heck, my friends and I won a fricking talent show doing a dance to that song in COLLEGE, so my love for (vintage) MJ runs deep. Don't even get me started how much i wanted my sidewalks to light up when i walked home from the bus stop in Glendale, AZ.

My sis and I were latch-key kids and we busted out MJ moves all the way home. Of course moon-walking was involved. We moon-walked past saguaros and other graveled yards, home to an empty house where we threw down our backpacks FULL of books and projects, poured ourselves cokes (oooh, so nutritional, but no one was there to stop us) and set that record on the turntable and jammed out in the living room. By the time my dad came home, we were both sitting at the dining table, doing our homework, house sparkling clean, furniture in place. No evidence of moonwalking to be found. This happened for weeks on end in 1983, and even into '84. We begged our dad to rent "The Making of Thriller" on Betamax and watched it over and over until we memorized the whole zombie sequence. And when MJ moonwalked for the 1st time on tv, my sister and i were mesmerized. just mesmerized. it's so sad what he has become now, and my students just will never get it (gosh i feel old AGAIN), but back then, in 1983, NOBODY even came close to Michael Jackson's electricity. No one. We moonwalked to the refrigerator, we moonwalked as we brushed our teeth. We tried to teach our dad to moonwalk and ended up laughing our heads off when, finally, he gave in to his 2 girls and tried it in the kitchen. We laughed and laughed. We moonwalked to bed.

borealis

february and the sky winks at me. i swear it, i swear.

thanks, Jilly, for a great discussion of one of my poems HERE.

Can You Say Cheese, Please

((and that goes for the cheesiness of my smile x3 AND the fact that i posed in front of my books at the bookfair!))


Kim Addonizio, Pat Rosal (hidden) and moi at our panel on the prose poem at AWP.


at the NYU poetry reading...


...and at the Tupelo Press table, right before my book-signing!

While I was away in NYC...

...my mother took Villanelle out for a lakeside stroll (in her spiffy red dog stroller) in central Florida where they were surrounded by fog and sand hill cranes. This is the pic she sent me from her cell phone. At which V-lo was utterly astonished and amazed. Yes, you can't see her, but she is inside the stroller, gazing upon the fog and cranes. And being, you know--astonished and amazed.
....
(ed. note: How proud am i of my mom being able to send a pic from a phone?? Less than 5 yrs ago, their answering machine still vexed her mercilessly)

Our Pool, Fit For Penguins and Not Much Else

Where I'll Be

yes, yes, I will be at AWP. Jan 31-Feb 2 to be exact. Here is where you can catch me. If you visit me at the Tupelo Tables in the bookfair, I will give you deelishous candies:

Fri. Feb 1: 2-3pm, table #1,2,3 Book-signing @ Tupelo Press tables at the bookfair, Hilton NY Hotel

Fri. Feb 1: 6pm NYU, "Celebrating New Asian American Poetry," The Great Room, Room 101, 19 University Place, (with Joseph Legaspi, Jon Pineda, Rick Barot, Jennifer Chang, Oliver de la Paz, Lisa Chen, Kazim Ali, and Jennifer Kwon Dobbs)

Sat. Feb 2: 1:30-245pm, Murray Suite, Hilton, Panel on prose poetry with Matthea Harvey, Beth Ann Fennelly, Kim Addonizio, and Patrick Rosal. Award-winning authors and teachers examine the hows and the whys of the shape-shifting form known as prose poetry. Panelists will discuss Asian approaches to the form, genre-bending and balancing, the use of humor, and why the prose poem is the perfect form for material that is "dark and dangerous."

pomelos as big as your head

There is a place in central florida where if you stand one in one place you smell the tangy citrus left on the edge of highways. if you face another way, you smell feather and fen mud. alligator nests abandoned because of too much sun.

family portraits

omg. this list is hilarious. OLAN MILLS. Who here besides me cringes at the very name?? if the photog can actually make it today (it is snowing like cray-zay again), we are scheduled for our family portrait in our church directory. every 6 yrs or so, the directory gets updated and this is the year. the last time i had my photo taken i was totally annoyed b/c i didn't want to do it b/c it was OLAN MILLS and i never ever take a good photo with them. and my parents INSISTED on taking ones with them all the way from infancy thru high school. somehow i always look stoned or like i have a fresh shot of novocaine in my mouth. seriously. anyway, whenever someone at church asked if i signed up yet, i always made some polite excuse that i was traveling, etc. but one day after church i was cornered and they said surprise--the photog is actually here today...it will just take 5 min! and you get an 8x10 for free!
okay, i thought. my parents will eat that up.

Q: do you know how sad it is to have a church directory and have all the pics be of whole families, widows, and then....me, in a sweater turtleneck, eyes half-closed, crooked smile?
A: No you do not know how sad that is. But trust me: it is very, very sad.

At least in my church in Columbus, there were several single 20-something folks there since it was near OSU, and we also had a ton of single-sex couples as it was one of the few welcoming churches in the gay-friendly area of Victorian Village too. Heck, i think someone even posed with their dog. But noooooo, not here. I was the lone singleton under 75, and it wouldn't be so bad if i wasn't so ...stoned looking. And yes, you get to decide on the proof, but the other shots were way worse. Believe me, i picked the lesser of 5 evils.

At least this time i have 2 handsome guys with me. And even if i do have sleepy-face, at least my son's argyle v-neck sweater with dachshund on it ( who is also wearing
an argyle sweater) will take the eyes off me. I hope.

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whoops. scratch the drink from tonight's menu. i am still serving mango/rasp margarita (yes it is 10 degrees out, but i am a tropical fishy at heart), but since one of our guests is preggers, I will now be serving mango lassis instead.

someone please tell me how in tarnation Into the Wild got the SAME number of nominations as frigging' NORBIT?? Huh? Esplain that one.

The new Pebble Lake is out. Good times.
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O-H, I-O! Onward to the National Championship!

*****
In other news, it's not too late to submit to the new literary magazine (that's right--you'll be part of the inaugural issue) of THE WARBLER (which by the way, is one of my top 5 birds of all time. The peacock is #1, btw. Google how fricking cute warblers are! Hooded warbler? Blue warbler? Hell-ooooo cuteness!)

running towards a new year. every step so delicious.

oh Christmas tree oh Christmas tree, you are so ve-ry sparkley.

Calamity strikes on gingerbread street. Burnt sugar attracts the neighborhood cats.

poor poor little mouse. el kestrel has the last word.

weighing the cone in my hand. one year there were 3 lined up at my doorway. a creepy gift from the squirrels?

weaver ant

Of course the catch is not important. The bell of water rings for you. Who will answer the bite and balance?

In case you didn't know-- there is a big football game this wknd...

This year, it happens to be in Michigan. The Big Ten Championship is on the line.

Happy 14th Barkday, Villanelle

can you handle all this jelly?

jellyfish discoveries (this one in the arctic--look at all that ice) just floor me. look at the whip and shimmer of the body, electric even when cold.

just found out today! Garrison Keillor read one of my new poems (and pronounces my name exactly right) on The Writers' Almanac. Listen to his chocolately velvet voice here. (you need Real player to listen)

It's the 2nd anniversary of the passing of my beloved teacher and friend, David Citino. I miss him so much and I still ache when i think I won't get a zippy email or postcard from him anymore.
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We Owe the Dead


this much at least, to wonder
what to call them. From Eve
to just this evening, more than
100 billion—give or take
some millions, depending on when

we start to imagine,
shriek of Australopithecine,
murmur of Homo sapiens.
The din swells with the O, O
of each act of generation,

decibels of mortality, furtive
or brazen. Some signed in,
but most left no way to say
them. Crawling from oceans,
lungs filling with the bloody froth

of moments, they lived only
to be swept into the brine
of dissolution, their unspoken monument
the brittle script of bones.
Who becomes our tribal duty.

Listen. Singing from that oak,
from cave, river rock, fallow field,
spume of sea, the wild wind's guttural.
Every storm and dream roars out
the dear names of the lost.



--David Citino


A History of Hands
The Ohio State University Press

the concord grapes are ready to burst round here. Already the air smells like grape kool-aid.

tempestuous tempe

reporting live from the valley of the sun: i want to squish ocotillo in my luggage to bring back to my arctic hometown.
too bad for all the needles.

you who have survived puberty: submit

Call for Submissions for CRAB ORCHARD REVIEWSpecial Issue: The In-Between Age~Writers on Adolescence

CRAB ORCHARD REVIEW is seeking work for our Summer/Fall 2008 issue focusingon writing inspired or informed by the experiences, observations, and/orcultural and historical possibilities of the following topic: The In-BetweenAge~Writers on Adolescence.? We are open to work that covers any of the multitudeof ways that the transition from childhood to adulthood in the teenage yearsdefines us and, in turn, defines the world we live in.All submissions should be original, unpublished poetry, fiction, or literarynonfiction in English or unpublished translations in English (we do runbilingual, facing-page translations whenever possible). Please query beforesubmitting any interview. Include SASE for manuscript return or for our reply.For guidelines, check our Web site at

http://www.siuc.edu/%7ecrborchd/guid2.html

Mail submissions to:
Jon Tribble, Managing Editor
CRAB ORCHARD REVIEWAdolescence issue
Faner 2380, Mail Code 4503
Southern Illinois University Carbondale
1000 Faner Drive
Carbondale, IL 62901

Please include SASE with your submission for manuscript return or for reply.No submissions via e-mail or fax, thanks.The submission period for this issue is August 1, 2007 through October 31,2007. We will be reading submissions throughout this period and hope to completethe editorial work on the issue by mid-February. Writers whose work isselected will receive $20 (US) per magazine page ($50 minimum for poetry; $100minimum for prose), two copies of the issue, and a year's subscription. If you would liketo submit work to Crab Orchard Review that is not for this upcoming thematic issue,please wait for our next open reading period to send it (February 1 to April 30, 2008).

at Harvard, there is a museum full of nothing but glass flowers. Even the pistil and petal--all glass. tres magnifique!

mean chicken

Niagara Falls (American Side) is actually more fun than a barrel of monkeys. Get it--BARREL??
For years (since 1989 to be exact), I always went to the Canadian side for the 'better view'...but the American side (as we discovered Labor Day wknd) has its charms as well: 3 sisters islands, goat island, and a great lil' Indian restaurant that makes a pretty mean chicken biryani.

i love this lullaby

"Little baby. You will make a little mola. You will also sit beside your mother."

--sung by Donilda Garcia of Mulatuppu Island, Panama

blue

too flippin' hot to bake cupcakes. blueberry season is winding down. the question of the day:
does a gal REALLY need more than 7 lbs of berries to last thru the year?
I mean, really.

a baby's head smells like==> seawater and toffee

chautauqua was lovely. the students were amazing. we stayed at a place of many ferns. They called it: Fernwood.

I call it: Fern-tastic.

what a load of watermelon! august already?!

why is it so hard to find a decent air mail envelope these days? the lovely delicate thin ones with blue and red edging?

what decade are we from?

things actually said in the car this morning:

1. That pop is oh so fizzy.
2. Good golly!
3. Jeepers creepers!

i am waiting for the mystery plant to appear. each year, a new thing grows in my garden that i did not plant. last year, it wa a giant 9' sunflower. before it bloomed, i felt like jack and the beanstalk. wondering about the golden goose. golden eggs.

june is strawberry month here in western ny. already there are bees. the dahlias are just wee little shoots and i have berries galore. white, but berries nonetheless. this wknd there will be lots o berry picking and shortcake festivals. i'll pick some berries for you.

last wk i had an orange popsicle--first one since i was like, what?--16 yrs old? the kind with 2 sticks. so flippin' awesome. how have i not had more of these? now THAT is what i call summer! the neighborhood squirrels all gather around the pool and steal little squirrely sips. did i mention there are already bees?

Buttermilk

So I have all this buttermilk I have to use up and can find no decent yummy dessert-type recipes for it. Someone suggested washing my face in it? Um, no.

my dear and patient husband has had to deal with hearing Chico each morning for the past 3 wks, as my mom won't travel anywhere without him, because of What Happened Last Year. Somebody get this man a medal in patience, please.

new review of my book over at LUNA!

a very very bad date

omg, too funny from Profgrrrl: guys--here's what NOT to do on a date.
it had me cracking up all morning just thinking about it.

working on a verrrrrry special big big big production. no, it does not involve cupcakes.

you gotta make that mango cake.

i just wrote a children's book that no one but me and one other person on this planet would find funny. how sad.

much mocha

much mulch

There are dahlias to be planted and a dachshund to be washed and flea-proofed for the summer. floofy down blankets and wraps to be put away, windows to be washed and open for the breeze. Annual report due to the department. Lily garden to be mulched fresh and thick.
The new book is out--and we're talkin' days here--it'll be available from Tupelo and Amazon.

But for now--Back to 3 bags of chestnut mulch.

ahem.

It's Alive, It's A-liiiive!

last reading till Fall!

Wednesday, April 11 & Thursday, April 12, 7:30pm
THE PSA FESTIVAL OF NEW AMERICAN POETS
April 11th

Kazim Ali
Sarah Gridley
Tyehimba Jess
Corinne Lee
Aimee Nezhukumatathil
Tony Tost
Stuart Greenhouse
Misty Harper
Idra Novey
Cecily Parks

April 12

Janice Harrington
Jay Hopler
Douglas Kearney
Robyn Schiff
Richard Siken
Stephanie Young
Dan Chelotti
Jessica Fjeld
Maya Pindyck
Maureen Thorson

$10 for both nights / $7 for PSA Members and Students.$7 for one night / $5 for PSA Members and Students. Co-sponsored by The New School Graduate Writing Program. Tishman Auditorium, The New School66 West 12th Street , NYC
http://www.poetrysociety.org/psa-calendar.php#20070405

New non-fiction here.

Oh yeah, there is two feet of lake effect snow on the ground. Pipes froze. Was I really on a *beach* in the tropics less than a month ago??

Effect of Lake Effect Snow

white white white. so much white i need a pomegranate for some color.