Just returned from five days of soul-shaving, liver-pickling, poetic Drang in glistening West Chester, Pennsylvania. Among the pleasures of the conference were Aaron Poochigian's sad and beautiful book, The Cosmic Purr, and young Walter Ancarrow's instantly anthologizeable "The Liger."
Also a reward was finally getting to hold Joanna's book, Oldest Mortal Myth, in real, legitimate, codex form.