In case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been lately (though I hope this hasn’t been your dear caste of mind) I am presently in Geneva, New York where I spoke about Emily Dickinson and blindness last evening. Last week I was in Moscow, Idaho where I taught creative nonfiction to an especially talented group of graduate students although I also absorbed some odd right wing “juju” which I wouldn’t wish on anyone. I wrote about this sad, aleotoric anti-magical ennui at the “Split this Rock” anti-war poetry blog. See:
http://blogthisrock.blogspot.com/
S.K.
Planet of the Blind 
Oh dangit, Steve, I again missed you in Geneva. Even out here in Lancaster it’s still not that far a drive. Give a gal some advanced warning next time.
Me, I’ve been busier than a three-legged cat on a hot tin roof, and my computer died, and on and on and on.
Did you get to see Mary Blew in Idaho???
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I did not think they allowed “your kind” in the good red state of Idaho. This line is a bastardized version of what an Idaho state trooper once told me. “My kind” was the wheelchair variety human that apparently did not belong as it was suggested I stay one night and move on. Moscow is a very interesting town and Idaho is a very beautiful and scenic state. The politics of the residents however is not amendable to difference.
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