Rose Kelleher has a wonderful essay up on The Shit Creek Review.

That woman sure can write.

I see everyone signing up for NaPo and I want to join.

I would regret it.

Would I regret it more than I am currently regretting not joining?

I DON’T KNOOOOOOOW!

My train of thought regarding poetry boards has apparently jumped the track and the engineer is currently sunning on a beach somewhere. Still wearing his stripey hat, of course.

I didn’t intend to drop the issue the way I have done. You’d be surprised how hard it is to lever these things back onto their wheels, though.

I’m not what you’d call a fan of John Edwards, mostly because he still seems like a cipher to me.

But I’m very saddened by the news of his wife’s illness.

Already, the vipers are out, screaming that he’s pulling a Gingrichian maneuver on his wife. Like Edwards or dislike him, there’s no justification for despising his choices in this, no matter which way he decides to go.

Bah.

When I encounter people on poetry boards, or on poetry blogs, and they say, “I write poetry!” I feel a kinship.

When I encounter people on general boards, or on the street, and they say, “I write poetry!” I feel only fear and dismay. It makes me want to flee the scene with my hands clapped over my ears.

Now, I’ll grant that I am abnormally, nay freakishly, chicken. Still, I’m more alarmed by poets in the wild, outside of the poetic zoos of poetry boards and journals, than I would be by a wolverine dancing the lambada on my bed.

Someone found my blog by searching for “rules for shunning.” I am so gonna write some.

1. First you find a reason to shun.
2. If you can’t find a reason to shun, you make one up.
3. Proceed to shun.

Yeah, I think this needs a little work.

So, the Jeep has a light. The light says, “You’re in 4 wheel drive!” The light is, however, wrong.

It will cost me $225 to get a light that’s right.

I think I will just put up with the light. After all, I put up with Steve, and he’s always wrong, too.

My Ronnie is out on hiatus.
My Ronnie’s not on my TV.
My Ronnie is out on hiatus.
Oh bring back my Ronnie to me!

Will “Veronica Mars” be renewed? Will Ronnie be with the FBI? Will they find a way to fit her dad into the picture? Will I clutch at the CW with my clutchy clutching hands? Oh, yes I will.

I’m very proud to be part of this premiere issue of Mimesis. Thanks for the opportunity, James.

I’m especially happy that a poem I really wanted to place was chosen.