After some fuss, I managed to update my blogroll yesterday. Today, the updates are gone. Well, drat. Guess I’ll update again tonight. Is it just me, or has Rick Barot’s old URL been taken over by some guy named Lloyd? How does this happen?

Ladybug is out with the girls this weekend, which I think means that I will spend my Saturday drafting a paper about Frank O’Hara. I’m reading Lunch Poems again for bookshop. I read this book in my first semester as an MFA student, and I am pleased to return to it. Several students asked for O’Hara while I was teaching, and I learned a thing or two from their criticism. I welcome the chance to return to him as an active reader.

Bill and I are looking at the microfiction landscape, trying to decide whose work to solicit for future issues of Inch. I posted a call for subs on a message board I used to haunt, and was immediately assailed by a nay-sayer who believes that fiction cannot be interesting in so short a space. Others responded before I could– it was really kind of a swarm of support for microfic. I don’t know what I would have said in response; I might have just asked Philip McFee for permission to post his entire story from Inch #2, which was one of my favorite short pieces ever.