Kick Out the Jams
Today, I will attempt to convince several twenty-somethings that formal poetry is not only "good for you" but that it's possible to write a "kick-ass" pantoum.
I know this. You, dear reader, know this.
Going to a grant-writing workshop this Saturday. Frankly, I suck at writing grants and I need help.
As I mentioned on Facebook, I'll be spending a lot of time in the Midwest this coming winter (what's considered Midwest, by the way? Is Chicago Midwest?) I'll have stops in St. Louis, possibly Edwardsville, IL, Chicago, and Mankato, MN. That's not one trip . . . that's several different trips spread out over three months. Yeesh.
Now that I'm a dad, these trips are getting harder and harder to take. But take them, I must.
Currently reading Salvinia Molesta.
Currently listening to the above band, Orquestra de Casino de la Playa . . . but I'm also listening to Husker Du