A while ago, Norman read a few of the poems from I Was Blown Back at a Buddhist seminar. Afterwards, I heard someone ask him about the process of making a book. He said that there are often poems that don’t fit in the present book and are left behind. Some poems are left behind repeatedly, book after book. Immediately I wanted us to publish some of those misfit, outsider, homeless poems. He kindly sent twelve of them. We think they fit with each other quite well, and are happy to have given them a home.