I'm trying to finish a 50-page poetry manuscript. Deadline, Halloween (or as My People call it, Samhain. Some call it corn.). This year, I think I'll dress up as an irrelevant, discredited art form no one pays you for and everyone fears you're going to force them to read. With fishnets and the Louise Brooks wig, of course.
Meantime, in honor of the change from zones to meters, here's my current favorite blogger to enjoy. Really, go anywhere else. Poetry is here. And the meter's running, baby.