i caught this worst cold in several years last week.  laid me out flat like drooling infant.  i could barely read, except for a few articles in the new yorker.  watched a lot of programs on netflix.  i'll post a review shortly.

yesterday, i started feeling like a human being again.  still not completely up to solid rocket fuel but perhaps i'm 82% there.  but at least when the sun shines i can catch the rays!

okay, that sounded rather hippy-dippy.  earlier this month the brilliant and talented poet/editor eileen tabios published her review journal galatea resurrects #25.

packed with 80 book and chapbook reviews, essays, poetry, and an interview i have two pieces that i'm quite proud of,  a review lars palm's magnificent book of hay[na]ku and a piece on a book published in 1998 by a poet i don't know much about, m loncar, but of whom i have the highest regard.

get to clicking the link above for some seriously good shit.  poetry as a way of life.

peace