Suspense
. . . in the flow of the word faucet, by now obvious.
Chipping away at the Lingering Volume. We're so close.
Owed one letter re: poems that's going out (finally) today.
Will begin another this week.
Otherwise reading fiction meant for "young persons," of which I am apparently still one.
Have decided to try something altogether new. Will let you know if I succeed.
The weather necessitates a shifting, a sifting through closets.
Oh, and I have
some readings coming up.
