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As a reminder, the William Carlos Williams machine is still around. I recently remembered it, and it brought a small bit of delight.

I have poems in the winter 2007 issue of The Missouri Review. I’m not positive, but I think it should be available at your local franchise book store by now.

The Eyak language became extinct today. Think of all the languages you’ll never learn, because there isn’t enough time. I think of a Quiche passage from the Popul Vuh, the Mayan book of counsel:

We shall whisper the origin. We shall whisper the story and the tale, and that is all. One thing only we do, [...]

This morning’s dream: my apartment is small, chilly and not very well lit. It should be well-lit just by natural light, and I don’t understand it – the blinds are up, but there’s a shadowy area, a blind spot. Suddenly I remember that there’s a whole room I haven’t been using – I’ve closed it [...]

I recently read this article again, and spent some time thinking about the story and the woman. In the story, we know she didn’t die in pursuit of some mythical treasure – she chose to die, and she chose a fairly specific place halfway round the world from her, in North Dakota. She was, in [...]