Greetings from the bucolic meadows of Pennsylvania in April, where I’m staying with friends for a spell while I tie up paperwork related to my mother’s death. There is an abundance of flowering trees as well many juicy green regular trees. There are big bees, velvet-black moths, and smaller moths whose wings have a pale violet interior. Yesterday I set out for a hike and found myself intersecting the Appalachian Trail. It was not on my list but I will take it.

Meanwhile my website host merged with some other website host, I had go through some dreadful digital administration, but go through it I did and since I am here what better time to catch up on my recent and semi-recent publications.

I have a book coming out next month, ‘Classic Crimes,’ and a parcel of visual poems from the collection appear in the latest issue of The Glacier (link).

I’ve been working for over a year with Thoreau’s ‘Walden,’ and enjoying it so much. I’ve tried to avoid classic books but somehow I just got into it and couldn’t extract myself. It’s been wonderful reacquainting myself with Thoreau.

Unfortunately I haven’t worked on this project in some time, starting with when my mother fell in early December. Now that I am finishing up with her paperwork I hope this pause will soon end.

In the meantime, I’ve got visual poems from ‘Walden’ in Amsterdam Review, Moist, Sixth Finch and Fugue. Click on the journal names to read the poems.