I am pleased that I wrote and published a book of poems. I like what I've written. I hope people will buy my book.

An "Author's Proof" arrives in the mail.

This man of a certain age reads autofiction from a parallel universe written by another man of a certain age. The myths of Earth abide.

You get up early on a day when the breeze has dropped and it's twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees by breakfast. And your brother asks...