Happy Tuesday, everyone. If you are confessing, please let me or Carolee know! Blah Blah Blah … you know the deal!
I am posting later than usual—guess I’m still giddy from last night's reading. When I envision how my poetry will be received by a crowd, the Inkwell Bookstore event sums it up nicely: to read in front of a crowd without sucking.
I did flub a few words last night. Note to self: must practice reading before a video camera. Better yet, it’s time to memorize a few poems. I’ve always wanted to recite a poem or two of mine by heart—now seems like as good a time as any.
The title from my last poet, “An Embarrassment of Riches” was used last night by a Boston Red Sox radio announcer just after pitcher Jon Lester’s no-hitter. Sometimes I enjoy the radio call more than the televised version—of course, I didn’t have a choice in the car.
Congratulations to Jon Lester and thank you to the Red Sox for providing an embarrassment of riches for Red Sox Nation. Only took 86 years to get to this point, but since 2004 we’ve reaping the rewards of your hard work. It’s a good time to be a sports fan in Boston.
There was a beautiful full moon out last night. I was going to take a picture but I was too tired when I got home. I wanted to see Red Sox highlights as soon as I walked into the door.
We had an employee cookout on campus today. Yum! Can’t get enough ribs and chicken. Excuse me, FREE chicken and ribs!
Haven’t written a poem this month. Haven’t really missed writing but I feel as if I’m ready to jump back in it. It does bother me that my poetry count for May is a big, fat zero.
Taking tomorrow off from work to revise a few poems, mail submission queries, and goof off!