Our aged next door neighbor, Beverly, has been weathering February in Arizona. She asked us to keep an eye on her place and to make sure all was well with her furnace from time to time. Then she dropped her house key in my hand and bid us farewell. Pictured above is her Mesozoic, underworldly furnace. I'm happy to report that for the past four weeks it's been chugging along, secret machine of ashes.
In other news, Janelle and I went for a walk downtown yesterday and ended up in the Prairie Lights bookstore. We were just wandering around sampling new poetry collections when Janelle held up a 2008 Jack Micheline collection from Ugly Duckling Press and said, "Hey, you like this guy, don't you?" I was all "Whoa!" and then it was mine. On p. 152 he says he's "ready to spurt firecracker to all the constellations!"