A chunk of the long poem, "Someone Face Like The Sun / Was On Our Porch Last Night," will soonishly appear over at the nimble, certain-handed elimae.
The buzzy connection of less-lengthy poetry and fiction ( as well as reviews ), elimae puts out an electronic issue every month. I am gained of swag, the correct type, that occurs in April or even May. Holland is nice this time of year: I'm glad for them there.
