Please do go to the newstands, and pick up Gulf Coast's 25th Anniversary issue, which contains my essay "To Cut." The issue is beautifully produced, and the company in the issue are the sort of writers I'm accustomed to admiring from afar.
What other news from the front? Well, there's the staying in Eugene another year, which I'm attempting to embrace as opposed to mourn. I have a job that I love, and ahead the free expanse of summer to write, and how many people have that-- meaningful work, time to pursue art? It's not likely I'll be accommodating to the humdrum ease and provincial pleasures of Eugene any day soon-- I fit in less well here every year I stay-- and so, to seek I stay, seeking finally to get away. How's that for addle-brained poetry. But at least the sunlight is finally here!
And barely soon enough-- it was an early, wet Fall, a long bleak Winter, a sunless, dreary Spring. My birthday is is two days: let the Summer rise in a glory of heat and light, and let us turn our pale faces to the sky and look there, to paraphrase an old Hawaiian proverb, for wisdom.
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