oooo not that one

So as many of you know, yesterday was Brant Lyon's birthday.  He was one of the founding editors of our little press and he was also a presence that has remained long after his passing.  While reading new submissions for our next anthology I can't get Brant out of my head.  I hear him in my head saying, "ooo not that one" or "I like how this poem feels".  He will continue to be a part of this press and its ideology of only printing the best.  Thank you Brant, we all love you and like you said in your poem "Unlearning": Learning to unlearn what I've learned without forgetting.  Thanks Brant.  I finally understand.  

The poem Unlearning is from Brant's book you are white inside from three rooms press.