Geez, I’ve been busier than Satan at a church meeting. That’s why you haven’t seen many posts lately. It’s just frickin’ hard raising three children below the age of 7 and maintaining a full-time business. I need a sidekick. Or a maid. Or a second brain.

But I’ve managed to kick out two new book reviews this week. Actually, one of them is a reprint from a book review published elsewhere. The other is a new review. And I’ve finished reading another book for which I still have to write a review. Look for it in the next few days.

The first review is of The Knot by Bruce Spang. This poetry book is a personal journey through the discovery of sexual identity. Personal and reflective, witty, and provocative. Read the review here.

Sonata for Rain, however, is the pick of the week. Every time I review a book I try desperately to find two things: Something good to say and anything wrong with it. Everything else is a personal reaction. To be sure, most poets make it easy to reach both goals. Occasionally, I find it difficult to find one of those two things. Sonata for Rain made it hard for me to find anything wrong. I eventually gave up. Read the review then buy the book and see if you agree.

Both reviews will be featured in the next Hyperbole poetry e-zine. Goes out tomorrow night.