Jayne: Woke up this morning dreaming/thinking about a poem I'd been wanting to include in tomorrow night's reading, and it suddenly seemed possible to fit the parts together. Never mind the creative writing finals waiting to be graded--I've been having some happy hours this morning reading/adding/reading/cutting. It even alludes to global events but in the guise of a sensual poem about making (and eating) ricotta.
Thanks, all, for blog--it really helps to have a place to say this where people know that it matters that we make it to the desk or its equivalent. Jayne
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