Someone on Teh Interwebz called my poems “all the same, boring and tired.”

I won’t lie and say I wasn’t bothered. Of course I was. But what can I do but own that? Oh, and try to be more interesting.

On the other hand, I did get a lovely birthday present from Donna – a small silver ring with a disc attached. The disc reads “With Me,” and fits neatly inside a keychain that Donna now carries. The keychain reads “I carry your heart,” which you may recognize as part of the first line of this wonderful e.e. cummings poem.

The manuscript progress goes very slowly. I am frustrated and worried. A friend recommended I have a stiff drink while reading James Wright’s The Branch Will Not Break; I’m just waiting for it to come in the mail.