it’s snowing

i have nowhere to go, just a bunch of phone calls to make, work on the next column and maybe get some cleaning done.

oh, and make this humble request:

if any of my hot rockstar poet friends on here can either help me score a few college gigs or give me some idea about how to go about soliciting them, i’d be much obliged. you can respond backchannel if the circumstances demand that such esoteric knowledge be only shared in private.

regards, the latest full time poet (code word for unemployed)