Poetry on the Top of the Hutch

Moving in the middle of a St. Louis summer is a killer task. But everything is now in the U-City house, and the disarray won't last much longer, hopefully. A bright spot is the computer is back up, and I just places a variety of poetry books on the top of the hutch. A miscellaney of chapbooks, several issues of 2RV, and a couple of Robert Creeley books. It's remarkable how little things like that can make you feel at home.