I've got two new poems out in the online journal Across the Margin--mostly thanks to my friend Tom, who suggested I contact the poetry editor. They are examples of the way in which facts can morph into more dramatic and terrifying fictions. I won't give you the backstory before you read them, but suffice it to say, no poets were harmed in the making of these poems.
Tomorrow morning I leave for the Frost Place, so my conversation here will be intermittent for the next week. When I return, maybe we can talk about Celan, maybe a little more about Tu Fu. I feel the need to open some windows.