I basically quit writing poetry after the overwhelming and exhausting deluge in September, 2016, the three books I wrote in a furious sequence then, the final paroxysm of grief after my wife’s passing. Just after I got to Olympia in the summer of 2018, 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 June 2021. I’m pretty sure the book is “finished” now, but only time will tell. Full PDF as usual. Paperback available at cost via Amazon.com.