So that's one job off my desk. This morning I'm going to a yoga class; then I'll trundle home and edit for a while; then I'll spend some time with a couple of poetry manuscripts I'm mentoring. And then I'll cook dinner for my Valentine: lemon-marinated strip steaks, roasted Brussels sprouts, root-beer floats. My Valentine loves root-beer floats.
[Have you noticed I have a career in words? Isn't that the weirdest thing? Who knew it was possible? Who knew having a career was possible?]
Here's a small poem from the embryo manuscript. It appeared in Salamander a while ago.
Blue jay screams in the almost wilderness—
she Wants she Wants she Wants.
Nothing but flames will grow in this wind.
Back and forth the blind mice scuttle.
Their nation crumbles and thrives.