Monday, April 30, 2012
Local prompt: death.
I love doing this even if a bunch of the poems are, um, crap. Enough of the others are workable that I keep working on them! Or save something from them. And a bunch of them from past years are now out there in the world, having gone through enough transformation that I often forget they originated in this April celebration!
So, a semi-sweet sort of nostalgia is already upon me.