"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.
Monday, February 22, 2010
SHAKE AND ACHE
Posted by walter conley at 9:01 AM
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Try some fingerless gloves.It must be brass monkeys there.ReplyDelete