Friends, a few days ago I received word from Don Share that @poetrymagazine is going to run a poem of mine, and I’m still processing that. 2018 was full of submission high/lows, but I’m heading into 2019 feeling grateful!
I quit bricking houses nearly 20 years ago. I’m pretty sure that was the last time the scale read below 200 until today. I hate that I had to lose 90 pounds to get there, but I’m glad I did.
Milton: cat5 / 180 wind. I have to work all day tomorrow. By the time I’m off, traffic will be too bad to get out. I guess we hunker down, maybe sleep at the school where I teach that is storm-shelter secure. Eerie to see the eye creep to you like a bird dog creeping on point.
A key point missing in a lot of post debate analysis is that Trump’s claim about immigrants eating pets almost perfectly syncs up to the piano in the Peanuts theme song.
Y’all remember when hitting that baseball over the fence in the Sandlot was the inciting incident for the whole movie because the boys couldn’t afford another $0.99 ball? They’re $65 a dozen now.
People who clearly have the right of way at 4-way stops but demand other drivers go first, directing traffic from their vehicle, are the actual worst humans.
Fall finally arrives (hopefully to stay) in Florida. And it’s preparing Shakespeare lectures outside and slipping into little mom and pop wine shops to buy Sherry and wearing lot of tweed and corduroy season. Frasier Crane would be proud.