S. T. sent an email to say that he hopes to begin a new journal devoted to weird poetry and prose-poems. I have long been wanting to get back to regular verse experimentation, but other projects keep me busy with other things; so this is nice, because it gives me a solid reason to write poetry for publication. I've been
Things here have been quiet and depressing--moftly because I am lost when it comes to knowing how to begin looking for a real job. I feel doom'd to failure, because so many others are out of work, and I feel that being over sixty and suffering from congestive heart failure makes it less likely that someone will want to give me a job when there are so many others, younger and in good health.
I hope this finds ye well, my darlings. Shalom.