Willow Springs accepted a poem today, "History." Interesting because they'd asked for revisions that were very small, two adjectives, really. I just took them out rather than find better ones. In this case, less, if only by a little, is more.
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Saturday night, at the party, a student came up to me. He asked, "Were you aware two of your poems mentioned cryogenic freezing?" I had to laugh. I had realized it, after the fact. I'm not sure what's up with that.
Funnier still, I nearly read another poem which mentioned cephalopods, so I'd have read two cephalopod poems.
And then I have a few poems that mention the Pope.
So, I'm obsessed with cryogenically preserved cephalo-popes.
For those keeping score.
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Starting, again, on the albatross-like memoir. I will pay you to do one of two things:
A. Write it for me.
B. Shoot me.
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Listening to John Lennon, "Woman."
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Happy Halloween. What are you dressing up as?
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Jack Torrence.
All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.
Lo, too lazy to go to the shelf and uncork Hugo's Triggering Town. I believe he has a passage in thar about the word "stone" appearing nearly 40 times in a book of his.
Try THAT with cephalopod.
-El Cilantro
Dressing up as....
A Smarty Pants.
And...
Willow Springs is cool. They published some of my poems awhile back. Bet they put your name on the cover.
Name on the cover? Nah...
I dressed in black, but only because it was there from the day before (I'm an organist/choir director and if I wear black I only have to pull the white cotta on- I'm lazy)
Standing in line at Costco for my meds, this lady asked me what I was dressed as, I said- a poet. She laughed and said that's cute, I said- no, I'm a poet, a real poet, this isn't for Halloween.
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