Getting ready for my reading Sunday night at Myopic Books. Expect a cheering hometown crowd and poems as expansive and bare as a newborn prairie. Just don't reach for any foul balls.
I'm also delighted to hear that the Toronto-Rochester ferry will be up and running in May. What's in Rochester, you ask? Well, it's the soon-to-be-hometown of Cassie Lewis, whose evocation of the place back in January must put her in the running for Rochester poet laureate.
Travel time on the ferry will be two hours fifteen minutes, which is about how long it would take me to drive from Palo Alto to Berkeley and find a parking space. Hello, East Coast swappers!