I AM THE MESSENGER. DO NOT SPEAK TO ME.

Wherever You Go Take Me With You

Euphemias

My two favorite people in the whole wide world bought me this painting for my birthday. The artist is Barbara Rivera. I tried naming the ladies, but they ended up naming me.

Tsim Tsum

Walter B. & Beatrice are pleased to announce that TSIM TSUM is available for pre-order.

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If Anybody Needs Me

I'll be here.

The Healer

Mark Doty just posted a photo of the hat he'd most want to wear in all the world. It is magnificent. There are antlers and eyes. A long, long time ago I owned a hat, but the birds came and carried it off in their terrible beaks. Now the healer's got it. Ever since I haven't been able to crack a single joke.

Greetings from Athens, Georgia

I was in Missoula.

I read for New Lakes. There was a bear watching me the whole time I read. It was a very tiny bear. Michael Dumanis read too. The bear watched Michael, but not as coherently as the bear watched me. Maybe the bear did not watch Michael as coherently as the bear watched me because Michael read a poem called "The Woods are Burning." If I was a bear I would have trouble listening to a poem with woods and burning. I, on the other hand, mostly read about figs. Bears like figs better than bears like burning woods. I'm not saying I *won* the reading and Michael *lost* the reading I'm just saying the bear probably liked me better. Also, I don't know whether or not this is connected to the woods or to the bear or to the burning but my hotel was next door to a crematory. Here's a picture just in case you don't believe me.

Now That Valentine's Day Is Over I Can Give You This:

PUSH THIS HEART

Are you watching the Supper Bawl?

I bet all my money on The Milk.