Well…my chapbook, “Mercy And Bullets,” is out. Free to take — either PDF or eBook. Or both, if you like. There won’t be another one. So, there you go.

Don’t foresee writing new poems much. It’s time to give that up.

My last effort will be to try and find someone to publish my volume of past poetry, “In A High Wind.” As if someone wants to read it as poetry, as if it’s not just a curiosity for someone to buy and then pat me on the head, saying: “Aw, nice job…” and then put it back on the shelf to admire till it gathers dust.

Do I sound bitter? I don’t mean to, and I am sorry if I come off that way. But I’ve changed a lot in the past year and a quarter since the strokes, which profoundly altered the way I see myself and the Work. It’s enough that I did it, and if it is read, then I am grateful; if it is not and I fade from memory, that’s OK as well. Really.

At any rate…enjoy the time you have left. I will.

onward,
T

PS: fuck Trump.