Apologies, all, for the long silence. It’s been a particularly crazy month–I was in Milwaukee two weeks ago and Toronto last week, and I’ll be in Massachusetts next week–but I’m hoping all that will be settled pretty shortly.

And, thanks to Chuck Stebelton, I have my first Chicago poetry reading in about, oh, a decade or so: Myopic Books in Wicker Park, on Feb. 29. (I hope this isn’t an omen: one reading every four years?) Hey–is that really me up there right before Gabe Gudding?

Sorry I missed Ron Silliman out here last week–I hear those “poor Chicago” poets packed the house just to prove Ron wrong.