It is no secret around the UNC campus that I love me some Matthea Harvey, so I was thrilled thrilled thrilled when an unnamed friend who works in an unnamed retail location brought me the uncorrected proof of this:

It is delicious. Well, the parts I have read. Much of it is Harvey’s delectable brand of prose poem, but when the reporter in her yields to the lyricist, you get something like this short poem:

Out of Order

Today it’s about truth and hope
and there are no ha-ha’s
between me and the living.
World, I’m no one
to complain about you.

The part of me (which may be all of me) which loves a good one-liner was thrilled to see her include this short one.

You Have My Eyes

Give them back.

Some good publishing news today: I have a short piece (some say fiction, some say poetry, I say tomato) in this month’s edition of Rumble.

This arrived in today’s mail (two copies in fact– one is for loaning to friends… but only the most trusted of friends):