Even if I were to believe your new version of the time line, you solicited work from me. After doing so, you failed to champion it with your publisher, you neglected to tell me that I was competing with none other than the person who solicited me, told me the art director was having his friend do the cover, which now looks like a lie, and went about this entire business in a way that does not befit a person of moral fabric.
Your admonition falls on deaf ears.
It is very unfortunate that things ended up the way they did, and I am sorry that I ever got involved. At this point, for all of my faults, my commitment to what might be called the poetic community is unquestionable, I think. I am known as a person who, at the very least, is generous with his time. This generosity burns me from time to time, this being one of them. I have nothing to gain from libeling you. In fact, it hurts me. I lose a friend, and Anchiote, who I hear is a press made of good people, will probably never want to work with me.
We all end up looking like jerks, but I was just trying to help a friend when she asked. No matter how you look at this, I am the one who has been slighted.
P.S., This email will be posted on my blog because I am dedicated to chronicling my failures as much as my accomplishments.