I’ve been working on some erasures using the book “Classic Crimes” by William Roughead. It’s a non-fiction NYRB book with lots of old-timey crime cases that took place mostly if not exclusively in Scotland. A lot of bad characters, poisons and instruments, and a variety of settings —mountaintops,  bedrooms, medical colleges.

Three of this series recently ran in Sugar House Review, including “April,”  “Winter was a sort of criticism” and “I propose to dwell.”

I propose to dwell
more and more
on having become
a dark cloud passing

In this piece I liked how the dots became a murmuration, though it isn’t what I set out to do. I didn’t set out to do anything in particular, but it took a neat shape, both curvy and pointy. The image of the man I found in a book I’ve forgotten now, but I like how he leans tenderly to the little tree. What is up with that?!