My review of Judith Skillman's new collection has been published in The Iowa Review's blog -- very happy to be featured there, and I've become quite a fan of Skillman's work over her last few collections, so it was a pleasure to be able to delve into the particularly rich material she covers in this one.
And that's about all the news for today. Late autumn still has me feeling a little drowsy and a little taciturn. I think some humans still have a gene for some vestigial form of the hibernation instinct. If I were a scientist instead of a poet, I would check into that hypothesis. But the very fact that I would posit it is probably sufficient proof that I am not a scientist.