I have been writing through National Poetry Month and editing some fragments that have been crouching behind shinier, more complete poems for a long time. So, I got a one-off print of over 700 pages of my writing because
I need to line edit / I can't stare at the computer screen any more / my printer just couldn't handle it. The bulk of this work
is new manuscripts written during the pandemic. It is a very shiny and heavy chaos-volume.

