Making art books is a big commitment—and our poor dining room is a workshop—but I love the meditative process of physically spending time with a book.

Bsky—excited to announce that new art book project is live. www.ninechainspress.com

They are only available by invitation — which you can request using form on the site or by DM.

So great to see tens of thousands at the capitol in St Paul. We are not alone—and we’re not done.

Remember folks—it’s taken us 300 years to engineer a strainer. It could take even longer to fix some of the rest of this shit.

Spending some time with Padraig O Tuama’s “Kitchen Hymns” today && they are lovely meditations (& sometimes bitterly funny). To love what does not exist, I suppose, does make the unrequited part a bit easier to bear.

“Yeah—you figure out how to make ‘CATastrophe’ and ‘apostrophe’ work in the same lyric, papa. You got plenty of time, ‘cause I’m not going anywhere.”

There is a LOT going on in the world, but Chico is here doing his best orthodox priest from Andrei Rublev: “just make the bell ring.”

It’s a long Sunday editing session—record each poem as part of final edits && am I discovering things my brain can tolerate but my tongue can’t stand.

Sometimes you just need your dog to snuggle up and fall asleep next to you.

The Galaxy looked class all season, but especially in the playoffs (which shouldn’t exist). Congrats to LA and their fans—and can’t wait to see MNUFC back on the field come spring.

It was especially nice to see Reus pick up a trophy—have loved him in Die Mannschaft and at Dortmund forever.

This may not be the greatest business card ever, but then again... it might. Clearly, W. W. Green, fictional or factual, is a PERSON FOR OUR TIMES.

The in-laws are now speaking entirely in right wing memes—not even complete thoughts, just a shit-stream of nonsense. Little do they know they’re feeding my inner Smedley.

Random sample. He was the original hard-boiled writing advice guy.

You don’t see Woodford mentioned much anymore! He really had pre-war wise guy thing going—and I never could tell whether it was a schtick or just that third Martini of the afternoon.

What a delight to receive these Fitzcarraldo editions in the mail today—truly sumptuous and a reminder of what joy there is in holding a fine book.

Have been crawling through all the poetry craft books I can as I do final revisions on “war | machine” (and get started on next book). These are my most heavily bookmarked.

When you teach/want to sharpen your pencil, what do you reach for?

From the Department of You Don’t Say: