Some poems up at Slurve Mag. The baseball card bios make me smile, and I'm a fan of Previous and Next buttons so there's the sense of page turning. A fun journal I'd love for you to check out.
No Tell is having a special. Dig.
Ted Sanders is in the new issue of the Cincinnati Review. It's amazing, and I hope you read it.
Please PLEASE get over to the RainTaxi Benefit Auction on ebay. They have an impressive amount of impressive signed things. And a scarf I've been eyeing. There's gonna be a battle for the Chris Abani works.
I'm in San Diego...again. This time, I'm staying.
I did 3 day of driving from West Palm to get here, two of them being around 15 hour days. Lots of meditation gets done. I was thinking of how I lived here when I'd just started writing, and again when I was finished with undergrad. I left to go to grad school, but promised myself I'd come back after the MFA.
I'd been putting it off for various reasons until now. I don't regret the last 6 months, and they're not worth dwelling over. Just didn't go down how I'd have liked. What hit me--somewhere in the 880 miles of Texas on the 10--is how often people say they'll do things and don't. They don't keep their word to others, which is often explainable, understandable and forgiven; they don't keep the word to themselves, and forgiving one's self self seems to be much more difficult.
My thinking was that I'd be happy anyplace, so long as I was working and had a little room to work on various small vehicles. That may or may not be true. I know, and I think the wonderful people I've met and have grown to love over the last 5 years know, that I've never been happier than when I lived out here. Please be in touch, and know you'll have a couch once I get get a couch...or a whole room if I'm lucky.
It's chilly and raining here today. If you're somewhere cold, please keep warm.
This morning I love you all, just like I love this frog, who slapped down on this car right in front of me the other night: