I basically quit writing poetry again, as I have multiple times before for reasons I explain in various other places, after the overwhelming and exhausting deluge in September, 2016, the three books I wrote in sequence then. Just after I got to Olympia, I started writing what I called my “tiny” poems, cryptic Zen-koan-like things, all my Pittsburgh words having been left back there, I guess, which then gradually evolved into longer and longer forms, and now this book, called slights: my new tiny poems from here not there, most recently updated in April 2021. I will keep writing whatever comes to me out of the blue whenever it decides to arrive and add it to the manuscript as it wends along its way. Full PDF as usual. Paperback available at cost via Amazon.com.