What you don't want to find under your tree . . .

The Wilsons have made their inglorious return to Michigan to celebrate the holy days now upon us, and that leaves little time for updates on my latest publications, and yet, there have been some, and so I make quick note of them now.

First of all, in the pages of National Review, one of the very few poems of light verse I have published appears in the new issue: "A Rocking Chair Song."  As the headline here indicates, you do not want to find what it describes in its first stanza under your tree.  The rest of the poem might be all right.  Click the NR to read it.

Next and last, my review essay of the latest edition of previously uncollected letters by Flannery O'Connor appears in the new issue of The American Conservative.  Although the general timber of the review is appreciative, I had some serious objections to the editorial practice found in the new volume, and so I am somewhat sorry to say the editor probably won't want to find this under the tree, much though I admired so much of his work.  Click the TAC​ to read: the link is to the complete digital edition, which is free online, but of course requires you to scroll through to page 49.