Hi Maureen!

The blue egg is floating in my brain now, haunting me like a ghost, stirring memories of Emily Dickison. Thank you. Your poetry is beautiful, stirring. Searing.

I thought of some journals you might check out, if you haven't already: The Chicago Review, Rain Taxi, The Boston Review, The Threepenny Review, Fence. I already mentioned Conjunctions, ZYZZYVA, and Another Chicago Magazine.

I have been a little out of my mind the past few days, plagued by obsessions. But you know this already; you saw me on Sunday. I think I am just a bit unhinged by the prospect of my father's operation. But the prognosis is very good and everything should really be fine. We will call when we are back in town.

Florencia