There to me through all the groves of olive in the summer glow

Waiting on the mail table for me this afternoon was my contributor's copy of the latest not-Not One of Us—Lost and Lonely—containing my poems "Catullus V.101" and "Atque in Perpetuum." The first of these is a version of Catullus 101, a poem that I have returned to since my first semester of college; it is not strictly speaking my first published translation, but it's my first standalone (the others have always worked their way into fiction). The second is a ghost poem: it is about the brother Catullus is grieving in those ten elegiac lines. This time last year, I couldn't get my own ghost out of my head. I've had other things to occupy me since then.