I wrote this chapbook in response to a series of traumatic events I experienced at the age of 28. Belinda Subraman of Vergin’ Press saw merit in it, and kindly published it. It’s difficult for me to relate to (or even read) this book today, and there’s a part of me that doesn’t really want to relate to the person I was then. Still, I believe some of these poems hold up, and even if some of them don’t, Belinda believed the book as a whole was meritorious, and she would know.
Last Chap is long out of print. It was archived at Anne Lombardo Ardolino’s web site for a while, but that site was not maintained after she passed. I’ve seen copies available for too much money on the web. If you really want these poems, you can write to me and ask me to dig them up. I might do it. I might not. I am unpredictable.