The April Fool, voiceless

I loved The Anesthesia Book Club! No fooling! They cooked up a wonderful Greek dinner. And they were smart and fun-loving and read that great big (well, for a volume of poetry) book, The Throne of Psyche, and had wonderful requests and questions. Got home by pumpkin hour, though I now have laryngitis from the odd little bug that's going around the village. So it's Palm Sunday without cheers and April Fool's without audible tricks.

Update: I took a look at Scribd, where the number of "reads" for the first chapter of A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage is listed as 582. Not bad for a couple of days--thank you to all who visited. If you have not, I hope you will!

The Anesthesia Book Club

Anesthesia... I managed to catch a cold while ferrying our daughter home from Bard College. Nevertheless, I shall plow forth in stalwart fashion through the snow (alas, it is snowing on the flowers) and have dinner and a fine chat with The Anesthesia Book Club of Cooperstown and Fly Creek and Parts Ajacent! Millions of good jokes possible there, mostly about putting to sleep... Their book for this month is The Throne of Psyche, my poetry collection.

Cooperstonians: Despite what you may have heard, my reading for A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage at The Green Toad Bookstore in Oneonta is on the 12th: Thursday, 7 p.m.

Read or download chapter one at Scribd.