I moved my office into the garage one week ago, and I have been out here night and day, busily assembling my second collection of poetry, working title, 50%. It's cold in the morning and cold again at night, but today, when lunch rolled around, I was fortunate enough to slip inside for some leftover beef 'n barley soup. I heated it up and slurped it down. That was around three in the afternoon. It's now one minute before seven and I'm out the (garage) door to drop off a collage at 14 Walnut, a house in the neighborhood where, on October 23rd, a group art show will take place. I don't know any of the other people participating in the show—I barely even know the hostess—but it's hard to turn down an invitation to a party. Anyway, I've been adding roux to all my soups lately. It makes them delicious and fatty. Perfect for cold nights in the garage, slogging away at my second book of poems.