Tonight was Jacob's spring concert. It was funny and horrible at once, the way little kid concerts are. The show was somehow loosely based around nursery rhymes and making lemonade, though I'm not sure I understood the connection. Jacob was hilarious, alternating between engaged and distracted. Tonight was also the first night that he decided… Continue reading lemonade

poetry, the interwebs

My post about the cost of poetry got picked up on Twitter and Facebook today by some other poets (after I shamelessly linked to it on Robert Lee Brewer's #poettues chat on Twitter), which is kind of cool. I sort of wish I had proofread it better, though. me: my cost of poetry blog entry… Continue reading