It is a hot month. My daughter moved out. My son went on a trip to Prague. I rode my bike back and forth to work despite being rather nervous about it. The best thing to do is let yourself get nervous, to worry, and grimace, and find out (hopefully) later that everything is absolutely ok.
At Flag+Void I have two prose poems called “The Bend” and “Spot Lightning.”
At Right Hand Pointing, I’ve got “The Backache” and “November.”
Elsewhere, Push Pull Books asked me to recommend books that are “without category.” I have a number, but had to limit myself to three.