Commedia, writing "pomes," enjoying weather

Gosh, what a beautiful day today!

I'm actually writing today. Sweet. I've written two poems, both of which have been swimming around in my head for days. Still a bunch of reading to do, but I'm in good spirits.

Bears vs. Eagles tonight in prime-time. Thank God, I finally get to watch my Bears. My prediction: Eagles 31, Bears 17. But I'll get to watch them lose instead of seeing the score flash by on the bottom of the screen while watching some game I don't care about.

Auden slept a lot last night. Two 4-hour stretches! The night before he only slept for an hour at a time... and those times were spread thin. It's not fair for me to bitch though. I rock him to sleep initially (though it doesn't always work) and M watches over him in is bassinet, checks on him when he cries, rocks him back to sleep should he wake. We're a team, but it took a bit of bickering last night for us to come together again. This parenting is hard work. Work.

I want to buy this.

Have you checked these guys out yet? A new journal down in Knoxville, TN. Send your work, support them!

I've never cared much for e.e. cummings, but I adore this poem, "my father moved through dooms of love."

I'm a link freak!!

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