On With the Show!

Well, National Poetry Month may be over, but I'll be reading poetry tonight at the College Street Cafe in Clinton, NY (34 College St) at 7:30 with my writer pals. And the Fig Mints of Your Imagination and House Blend will be joining us to provide some music. You should come have a great time with us.

In other news, Issue 5 of Breadcrumb Scabs is out and contains four of my poems. You can download it. I'm going to buy some copies since it's rare these days to actually get published in a mag that has a print version.

Last night Patrick and I went to walk along the canal -- Erie that is -- and I got to see a whole new part of my little world. It started out with a drive past junkyards and ended up at a lock. We saw a family of geese and a log that resembled an alligator. We could see Utica from the trail, and when we were walking back the dome on the old SBU (Savings Bank of Utica) building was lit. It reminded me why I live here, what I knew I would see in this place even though I came here in February for the interview. I'll quit before I wax too rhapsodic. Besides, I have a lot of papers to grade and some flowers to plant.

This weekend I'm going to post pictures of the reading and pictures of my big backyard (if the rain stops). There -- I set a goal. What are you doing this weekend?

Why is it . . .

that if I couldn't get to sleep until 1:00 last night, I still woke up at 4:45? I think it was regular, not decaf that I made. Well, regardless, I'm dragging a little today. I'm even toying with the idea of canceling my office hour and going back to sleep. Don't get me wrong; it's cool to watch the last 15 minutes of Without a Trace and find out that Sam killed a man when she was a teenager and that she and her sister buried the body. It's also cool that Jack knows and won't tell, advising Sam to "let it go." But really, sleep is cooler. So if you want,read some old posts or answer yesterday's. I'm going back to bed so I can do Open Mic at the College Street Cafe tonight at 8:00 with the band. If you're so inclined, come join us. Cathy named the band, but I can't remember what the name is -- something coffee shop specific.
Night Night