the tiger chest, for tea– and a reading in NYC

I’m reading in New York City on June 3! I haven’t read there in, oof, about two years.

And I’ve been away from this blog (trying to meet other deadlines, as usual). When you I don’t post for over a week, stuff I ought to want to note on this site just accumulates and accumulates: and by “stuff” I mean both reviews/ notices of Close Calls and (more happily) poetry- and music-related discoveries having nothing to do with me.

Among the latter: Jordan’s in Slate on the flu: why is it so hard to figure