Monday, February 22, 2010


"Novocalien," my first piece for Dogzplot, is up. I wrote it in the car, waiting for my daughter to get out of school.


Submitted a new poem today, although my fingers were so cold I had to re-type half the words. I'm six feet away from an electric radiator, in the warmest room of the house. Above average temps outside. I don't get it.

I have all the poems ready for my chapbook, but am out of paper. Naturally. Middle of the night Wal-Mart run after work.

Quin Browne will be taking over disenthralled when she returns from the UK this weekend. More on that later.

1 comment:

  1. Try some fingerless gloves.It must be brass monkeys there.