chapbook

well, the fine folks at chance press are working hard on my chapbook. I saw some pics of the cover this morning and I got a little giddy.

I'll stop myself from gushing and just give a link to more info.

but, I'll tell ya, I really want to gush. sensitive poet type that I am.

check back later for gushing.

almost forgot, the title is the confusion will be enough for them to leave you alone.

call someone

my house is tall and when I’m sitting at my computer I can look out and see the roof of the house across the street. the eaves troughs are retaining water, plants are growing there. it reminds me of that part in One Hundred Days of Solitude where it rained for four years and vegetation sprouted from the mechanisms of tractors. but this is not Mexico. our winters here can be cold. the water will freeze and the eaves troughs will turn to block ice and the weight of it will pull away from the house and land on somebody. killing them instantly. I don’t want that. Gabriel Garcia Marquez doesn’t want that on his conscience. get a professional or get a ladder yourself and go up there and clear out whatever is blocking the downspout. please. literature is depending on you.