Sunday, July 10, 2005

You Can't Have Your Poems Back 


I didn't kill anybody! It's just that I was re-reading Lorenzo Thomas' Chances Are Few in June, & I went back to the well for Sobin a week or so ago.

But as an Eagles fan, the feeling of jinxing our team cannot escape me. As the years go on, there are fewer places where I can watch the championship game. I don't want to watch it where I've watched them lose before. And of course, it doesn't matter. They still lose. Just like we'll all be dead soon. It's inevitable.

But just to be on the safe side, I'm going to take it easy on the elder cats. For the rest of the summer I'm sticking with strictly younger writers. I'll let you know who I read once the summer's over, so as not to make anyone nervous about crossing the street.

And no you can't have your poems back. That's what you get for publishing.

Don't fear the reaper,


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