Monday again: how does it keep showing up so often? I'll be on the road today, teaching tomorrow, squeezing my travel deftly between the next round of snowstorms. We got eight fluffy inches yesterday, but have another five or six inches due on Thursday and then twelve or so next weekend. Given how high the banks are already, I'm not quite sure where we'll put that much more snow. Melting doesn't seem to be in the forecast.

This morning I'll get onto my mat, get my housework finished, pull myself together teaching-wise, maybe take a look at a poem draft. I'm feeling kind of scattershot--probably a side-effect of bouncing from job to job to job to job. Freelancing is a weird state of mind.

Re scheduling a second session of "Poems of Defiance, Poems of Love": I've had a few people reach out to say they'd be interested in an April 20 class. Please let me know if you would be too so I can figure out if it makes to sense to advertise it. I'd like to aim for at least six participants, capping at twelve. Remember that this will be a generative session--conversations about poems, writing prompts, lots of off-screen time to yourself. You should get four or five new drafts out of the day--all for the low, low price of $75. Every level of experience (including none and lots) is welcome.