I've been dog-belly low for a long while, as far as poetry is concerned. The only way to pull myself up is to do stuff, as far as I can see. So I'm back here for another workout.
I'll post today's poem later today. I wrote it in my head in the car. Does that sound right? ("As opposed to my head in the house"?) Oh, jeez, I guess this editing job is affecting my sense of freedom as a writer. I've got to find balance somewhere, somehow.
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