I was out here listening all the time
On FIRE ! My dear Matthew Siegel sent me some work by his friend Leigh Phillips, and now I have to say,
Please, Leigh, wherever you are, keep on. You’re wonderful. Come find me?
In Fringe: All Speaking Was Like Singing
In Shampoo: two poems
I can’t help myself sometimes, when I read work that clicks, chimes, quickens the blood. Oh, chickadees, the world is so exciting.