Miami, here I come!

Hello:

As I'm in the final throes of last-minute packing for my week-long sojourn in Miami and Fort Lauderdale, it just occurred to me that in this blog, I haven't mentioned a lovely media moment earlier this week: Time Out New York. For years, when I lived in New York, it was one of my favorite magazines because it had tons of listings, interviews, features, and whatnot to make a culture vulture like myself happy. Well, last Wednesday I found myself appearing in its pages for the first time, talking about my new book of poems Mute. Please, my dear friends, click on THIS and read what else I have to say. (By the way, the photograph should have been credited to Taras J. Dykstra, however; it's my understanding that the magazine reflects his credit properly, but not online.) Still, I felt quite honored to be considered worthy of coverage in such a major New York publication.

My little novel Men with Their Hands has scored two FIVE-star ratings on Amazon! And what do you know, it's also available for the Kindle.

If you can attend my reading as part of the GALLA Festival at the Stonewall Library on Saturday, April 10th at 10 a.m., please come to Fort Lauderdale! I'll be reading (or more accurately, signing) from three deaf LGBT books: Assembly Required: Notes from a Deaf Gay Life, Mute: Poems, and Men with Their Hands: A Novel. The event is FREE and voice-interpreted for those who don't know American Sign Language (ASL). The address (click on this link for the Googled map if you like) is:

Stonewall Library & Archives
1300 East Sunrise Boulevard
Fort Lauderdale, FL 33304
(954) 763-8565

And one more thing: If you've *actually* read my entire novel Men with Their Hands, and if you're local to the Twin Cities, please email me privately for the location of a book club discussing the book in depth on Thursday April 15th. It should be very interesting to see what hearing readers think of the book!

Thank you all, and hope to see you on April 10th! Now ... where did I put that dang sunblock lotion?

Hugs,

Raymond