Thanks to the Danika Stegeman LeMay for summoning my words from the Rust Dimension, I’ve got 3 new poems in Sporklet 15: “Da Fugue Zone Vol #23: I desire oblivion, rhythm, breakfast,” “Da Fugue Zone Vol #25: The Hour of Life In Which Mistakes Become Apparent,” and, ugh, “Sonnet On Fourteen One Dollar Bills in a Container with Several Copies of this Sonnet Each Line Available to Purchase for One Dollar and Fourteen Cents.”

Marvelous poems by Angie Mazakis, Matt Mitchell, Elisa Gabbert, Sean Cho Ayres (& more). Rusty Morrison writes “I realize now that for once I / wasn’t performing, just letting myself / listen to myself, for whatever I didn’t / know about the self who shot speed so / many years ago.” Rare company.

Spork does its thing, chugging away for years: a stalwart small press with a low-key fabulous archive. And Drew Burk’s neon vomiting contributor proof page GIF. Seven years ago, through Jake Levine’s hands, they published a huge pile of poems not collected anywhere else (Part 1) (Part 2). Things evolve, but don’t go. I lv Spork.

Raining today in Buffalo. Working an evening shift at job #2. Typing this while people clear out. Here we go.