Nothing much is going right this spring. But I’m still around.

Our cat Irving died yesterday afternoon after a long struggle with renal failure. She was precious to me.

Rose Kelleher is hosting a sonnet quasi-contest over at Eratosphere.

Richard Wilbur will be weighing in on some sonnets, Rose on others. It’s always interesting, and Rose is one of my favorite people (and poets!) in the world, so go check it out.

A couple of years ago, one of my sonnets was chosen. The initial posts are anonymous (though I know who wrote “Fist.” Neener!) so the discussion is impersonal. Quite nice.

And, again, that’s not because I’m neat. It’s because I’m weird.

Another debate about poetry boards is here. The horrific italicized font may keep you from reading it. I won’t blame you.

Not much I can add to that.

The Medicare prescription drug coverage was designed to fail, and it’s failing us right on schedule.