I'm reading Juliana Spahr's This Connection of Everyone With Lungs. Goodness. Why on earth have I waited so long? This is wonderful stuff, and gives me all kinds of new ideas about what is possible in poems.
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The situation in the Middle East (and elsewhere) leaves me frightened and speechless. I don't know what else to do, so I just go on living and writing and loving the world as best I can.
I don't know what else to do.