I'm currently listening to Lila Downs' "La Cama de Piedra," and I must say, reader, it feels like it's raining in my chest.
Today I saw two new editions of Kenneth Patchen's work, both from New Directions. I met a guy once named Patchen. Don't tell me, I said. My mother loved his work, he said. Come here, you, c'mon and gimme a hug, I said.
New Pistola is up and running.
The Chargers got burned today. There were two lousy calls in the afternoon, two lousy calls!