I have clothes picked out for tomorrow (I'm doing a poetry reading at the Cherry Hill Library), and a possible list of poems that I still need to cut down and read through tonight. Why do I do everything at the last minute?
Here's what I'm choosing from...
Photograph of my Grandparents
Apple of Her Eye
12 hours is to...
Oh, Vietnam! (Standing By)
Etchings
Trace (i or y)
Viewing Saturn in the Night Sky
Unstandardized Time Travel
Train Graveyard
The Unbeliever Sleeps
Morning Serial
Atlantic City Beach - postmarked 1929
Monopoly on Life
Vintage
Margret Webb, homemaker, welder during WWII
It's Your Funeral
the day she leaves
I heard my father played minor league ball
Went shopping today and got some spring-ish clothing, including some jean capris - they're pretty nice. I got the kids some outdoor things that they've been wanting - a volleyball/badminton/horseshoes set and
bocce balls.
I also wrote a Michael-story earlier, yay! So pretty productive day so far.