As much as I would like to be the kind of writer who writes steadily through the year, producing even numbers of poems in even doses, I'm not.
In fact, I don't think I'll write another poem until the semester's over.
I keep getting ideas, but I don't have the energy right now.
When I get the energy, I'll be a loaded gun.
Had a blast with David Kirby at the Cleveland State University Poetry Center. I didn't tell him that I don't plan to write another poem until the semester's over.
It's insanely beautiful outside here right now. Something has to be, right?
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I was wondering where you'd got off to.
Word verification, by the way, is quite ominous this evening:
BEAKILLS.
Happy end of semester t'ya!
I heard you read at the Get Lit event last night and didn't have a chance to say hi and how much I enjoyed your poems before I had to leave -- so I just wanted to say so now...
Glad you could make it to our part of Ohio.
Happy E.O.S. to you too, Paddy.
Kristi, thanks so much for your kind words! I wish I'd had a chance to meet you. Maybe at AWP this year. :)
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