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I'm writing this preface retrospectively, on New Year's Day, 2016, just before I open the folder that holds the files that my "book" will comprise, this series of personal essays I wrote during a one-month window this fall, thus the title, starting late October and running until late November.

I wrote over 100 pages of poems during September 2016, poem after poem, day by day, an amazing, exhausting journey. One of those collections ( Harvest Moon) is also available here. The other ( Li Po-ems) will be soon. On the morning of September 24, I woke up after a fitful sleep with the first two poems in this series fully composed in my head, waiting there in the dark, thus the title. I have no idea how they got there like that. I just went downstairs and typed them up.

I wrote these poems during the five-day cycle of the "harvest moon," September 2016. I walked out into my front yard during its waxing phase, as I often do to view the full moon, which always comes up on that side of my house, because I find it so invigoratingly beautiful. It was such a clear night, the moon so big and bright, that it just kind of hijacked my head, which it held captive for the duration. I wrote this series of poems day by day, long, languorous, loopy poems, as you will see when you get to them, like nothing I've ever written before.