Still snowing in Lexington, and it's so beautiful. It's allowing me to catch up on poems and correspondence. I'm deep in chapter 5 of the novel and I am enjoying the absolute mystery of fiction.
I have three new poems up on Connotation Press, two are about horses, and two have smoking pot in them, but none of them have horses smoking pot.
Also, a couple of weeks ago, someone wrote this lovely review of Sharks in the Rivers. It's up at Flotsam. Wow, thank you.
Now, new poems on the rise and I'm unwinding into winter. May the tunnel of cold we are entering into, allow a little opening time to write.
"Oh, come! Renew in us the ancient wonder,
The grace of life, its courage, and its joy!
Weave us those garlands nothing can destroy!
Come! with your radiant eyes! — with your throats of thunder!"
Invocation to the Muses, Edna St. Vincent Millay