I had a little piece of flash nonfiction published at Banango Street. It’s about New Year’s in New Orleans and that funny feeling of being in between things, not sure where you just came from and into where you’re headed. It’s also written in second-person, which I’d forgotten until a few people read it and commented. Because it reads you-do-this and you-see-this and you-drink-this, I’m immersed in what is happening—a favorite trick I think of occurring in poetry more than anywhere else. At least, that’s where I first learned about it. Anyway, the piece lives HERE.