Drifts

This yo-yo weather is insane. Back in the 20s today, five or so inches of snow. I want it to be spring. All the nursery and gardening catalogs have been pouring in and it's like porn.

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Four packets of poems out in the mail over the last couple of days. Not a sim sub in the bunch. That feels good. I've worked so slowly the last year that this recent burst of poeminess gives me more options and a cushion to rely on.

The chapbook is essentially done and has been sent out to a crack team of fresh eyes. My only worry is they'll hate it.

Still getting about a poem a week, not nearly as crazy as a few weeks ago when it was a poem every couple of days. I can manage this. And the poems look/feel/move differently. Tons of quatrains in tetrameter. Who knew. I usually hate tetrameter.