Hey, look! Pine Hills Review has published my poem DSM 300.4; I'm told that they will also be interviewing me in the near future, so if that interests you, stay tuned. (I can't imagine what they're going to ask. But in true Elizabethan fashion, I am using this as an excuse to read the Paris Review archives in an attempt to figure out what makes a good interview. Conclusion thus far: the Paris Review needs a better website designer. Also, Samuel Delany is smarter than any ten humans put together.)

And The Gambler pulled my prose poem This Is What I Said in My Dream About You out of their hat; I'm ridiculously charmed by their publishing model, even if it strikes me as something that only MFA students would come up with. True/false?

Points for the best one-line summary of the mind that would write both of these poems.

Until next time,
EY