Greetings in transformative times. Fascism threatens, the death machine rages, autumn colour-screams its warnings through the thinnest of veils. To narrow down to my slice of life: my phone fell from a rollercoaster, I am having nightmares of my kiddo dressed as No-Face, and I am today celebrating 15 years of parenthood. The 4-pound peanut who was a little eager to join us earthside has successfully grown to 30x his original size. He has opened my eyes to so much wonder, and makes me laugh on the daily. He wants to know how all this is relevant to a newsletter about poetry, but says I can…