Spring is off to a good start. I'm back in California, a blizzard-free and cow pie-free zone. Flowers are pushing up everywhere and the air smells like bay and roses. And, I'm finally moved into the new place.
I'm looking forward to participating in San Francisco's bomb-diggityest new literary event, The Reasonably Sufferable Evening of Poetry Reading Series. This is the second reading in the series organized and hosted by John Evans. If you're in the area, come check it out on Sunday, May 3 at SF's Great Overland Book Company.
A few other updates:
"On This Date in 1894, Nothing Happened," is in the April issue of Front Porch. (John had a great poem in this journal in 2006.)
"Wisher," a story from the Japan collection, will be in the Fall issue of The Southern Review.
A little postcard is up over at Opium.
And, I was fortunate be named a fellow at this summer's Fishtrap Writers Conference in Eastern Oregon. I'll be taking Jack Shoemaker's publishing workshop as well as a course in memoir.