In addition to the exhibition there was another big reason to celebrate: my hot-off-the-press book of poetry with dear friends to help me read some of it to our small crowd of friends and strangers. Mikado isn't a collection of separate poems but a somewhat fragmented mass of observations and bits, a collection of lines gathered over the span of eight years. Most good collections (whatever they consist of!) need plenty of time to accumulate (currently working on my button collection, again), but I do hope the next book is a bit quicker to take shape. A vague idea hovers over me, nothing definitive yet.

Also: salted caramel meringues in origami containers with snippets of poetry + sriracha popcorn in brown paper bags + punch with bilberries and lingonberries + a very Twin Peaks backdrop