My husband and I are getting ready to move to St. Paul in a few weeks, and our living room is full of boxes that contain mostly books. Packing up books is sort of like playing an enormous game of Tetris, which is the only thing that makes moving fun. But we are looking forward to living in an area where you can use the term "bustling" unironically.

In a couple weeks I'll also be leaving for Mallard Island, where I'll spend a week with other writers doing writerly things. So if I don't update again until after we move, all this! is why.
About a week ago, the July issue of THRUSH came out, which I'm totally delighted to be included in. In another few days, the summer issue of Sixth Finch will be released, and I'll have three poems up there. So many bird journals!
That's about it for now, besides this picture of an old lady. Stop complaining about how hot it is. Have a great summer!
I answered your letter but by email. Since I'm not used to getting letters, I didn't notice it till three weeks after you sent it. Since you don't have internet, you probably won't see my response for, oh, . . . say three weeks. Coincidence? I think not. Also, the other newer book by the guy who wrote virgin suicides is the answer to your question in the letter. I havne't read it, but I'm basing it on all the stuff I'm hearing.
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