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And Boy Are My Arms Sore

luis

Just flew in from Oregon. (Rimshot. Thank you, Ladies and Gennermen.) The general blitz has now abated. Where'd I go? I don't remembere.

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Good Morning

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Waiting to go down to our trainer's torture chamber, I mean, workout studio.

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On the Road Again

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Right, you lot! Time to stop all this muckin' about and get on the plane!

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Influencia, not Influenza

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At the request of some of my book blogging pals (like Bermuda Onion who asked a long time ago) and some of my students who want to know, I thought I'd start to list out some of my literary influenc

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The Newness

luis

Home after all that travel (see post below), I have been focusing on teaching at UIC. But I have a lot of projects.

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Midnight

luis

We sleep.
Pale moths fondle
late summer window screens, paper
bark birch owl ignites
our bedroom with amber eye-gleam, bats
drop -- black leaves

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Oh, Hello Mr. Soul I Dropped By

luis

To Pick Up a Reason... Home again, home again, jiggity-jig. Boy, what a summer.

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