24 April 2009
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.
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