the remains of my poetry armada began washing ashore today. the first was a plain old address unknown; given the obscurity of some of my initial choices and the fact that rhymin' is a hand-to-mouth business, i'm not surprised. the second, o, the second had actual comments! one of them was positive! another asked me to return a piece with more like it! that smell ain't success, but i like it all the same. more importantly, i can debut a public record of my swings and misses (top right). i've been looking forward to that for weeks.

little sis writes that she nearly flattened james marsters (buffy the vampire slayer's spike) on the road in los angeles the other day. scoff if you must: in hollywoodland, that's bigger news than spotting jesus on your toilet paper. hope she didn't wash the car.

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