Yes, it’s snowing again. Right here in River City.
I’m reading Anne Sexton Teacher of Weird Abundance by Paula M. Salvio. It’s not quite what I was expecting but I don’t mean that in a bad way. I’m wondering what other surprises are awaiting me as I get deeper into it.
Have a new poem from this week that I’m very happy with. Coming into the weekend and already one out of my way starts off things nicely. I’m working on some rewrites this weekend, trying to breath some life into older efforts.
Olympics still capturing a lot of my time. Ski jumping on the big hill today- some terrific flying!
USA Women’s Curling Team has won back to back after a rough start. Yeah! (Debbie McCormick Pictured left)
The women on the G downhill – another chance for Lindsay Vonn and Julia Moncusio to medal.
And on this Saturday evening, I’ll offer a few story teases:
Late one night we set out with ladders and lanterns (poetry should be subversive), looking for lamp-posts.
~0~So when next you are in a bookshop, ask for poems - if for no other reason than you never know what you will find there.
As Ferguson muses in Holding Pattern: A couple called Gladys and Rexwere suddenly keen to have sex(such urgency's slightly perverted),"But where can we do it?" cried she"The poetry section!" said he"I've noticed it's always deserted."