Judas Iscariot done in
by a bad pun, the one about
the scarecrow out-
standing in his field.
Unable to throw away his
thirty pieces of silver
because he had no
thirty pieces of silver,
no arms to throw them with.
Mary Magdalene waiting for him
in the place they’d agreed
to meet, somewhere
in Texas. Some words
are just holes we
fall through.
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Also, it’s my pleasure today to participate in the Buffalo Small Press Book Fair, an annual event that goes some small way towards restoring my faith in the crazy world of independent publishing and bookmaking, not to mention humanity in general. I first attended the fair as a prospective UB PhD student way back in spring of 2008. I was blown away by the concentration of poets, poetry, and beautiful handmade books by small regional presses. Since then it’s grown every year, but that spirit remains. I’ll be manning a table for habenicht press but also featuring books and chaps from eth press, punctum books, and Little Red Leaves. Later this evening I’ll be hosting a reading at Sweetness 7 cafe with Aaron Lowinger, Michael Sikkema, Jen Tynes, Shanna Compton, Susana Gardner, Amanda Montei, and book fair guru Chris Fritton. Long day, but I’m looking forward to it.
