posting for its own sake
Finally, starting to smell like a proper December around here. If I pretend I'm still in Massachusetts, it doesn't seem so cold.
Seems like half of my friends have been nominated for Pushcart prizes, so I've been reading all of them, and they're all fantastic. Flatteringly, I was also nominated for a Pushcart for a very silly poem by Ryk and Melissa's press, for which I am grateful, even though if it wins anything I will laugh and laugh. Curiously, I was not nominated for a Pushcart by my own press,
Rubinstein.
Not that I'm feeling like much of a poet these days. I'd call my creative side a desert right now, but deserts are brimming with hidden, nocturnal life. I'm feeling more like "moonscape" right now. Actually, I've been thinking it would be fun to go into the hitman or assassin business lately... is that bad? What does that even mean?
Seems like half of my friends have been nominated for Pushcart prizes, so I've been reading all of them, and they're all fantastic. Flatteringly, I was also nominated for a Pushcart for a very silly poem by Ryk and Melissa's press, for which I am grateful, even though if it wins anything I will laugh and laugh. Curiously, I was not nominated for a Pushcart by my own press,
Rubinstein.
Not that I'm feeling like much of a poet these days. I'd call my creative side a desert right now, but deserts are brimming with hidden, nocturnal life. I'm feeling more like "moonscape" right now. Actually, I've been thinking it would be fun to go into the hitman or assassin business lately... is that bad? What does that even mean?