I have a poem here that I thought I'd lost, a piece titled "Aperçu," written in October 1995, while I was living in Athens, Georgia. I thought I'd lost it.* Yesterday, going through old diskettes, the ones I can open, I found it. It should have been in the first "Best of" volume, even though it's never been published. In fact, only one editor has ( Read more... )

I've lost the first week of May. I've lost months. Likely, I've lost many years. But I've certainly lost the first week of May ( Read more... )