death, more than a handful. A few beak-ups, a few injuries, several new community commitments, a string of bad luck that has caused this to be the most expensive season of my entire life. Sorry for my absence -- I've had bare seconds, and when I grab them, a line or two on Facebook is all I can manage.
What's new in your world? What am I missing?
I am preparing for an open mic in Yarmouthport this coming Thursday ... hopefully the verses of fellow poets will spark a new one before I have to ask Good Sir for his magic pen.