is simply to be so fucking good at being your own bad self that they will have no choice but to listen to you.

This is also known as the “the path less traveled.”

(hey, it’s the best I can do right now, people; the headachy/body achy stuff continues)

Woke up this morning feeling like utter crap.

Went back to bed. Woke up again still feeling like utter crap.

It’s utterly crappy.

Tuesday: GotPoetry Live was miniscule Tuesday. Three readers, no real audience. We pulled up a table and read poems round robin. Fun, but not the beginning of a trend, I hope. See you next Tuesday?

Tonight: Went into the Cantab with ocvictor to see pinata‘s excellent set. I read the tribute poem “For Shannon” in the open. Went over well; made a couple of edits on the fly which are reflected in the text here on my blog, although not the one that’s on the shannonswishes community.

We also started brainstorming some matches for the Heavyweight Words (my name for the prospective Poetry Boxing competitions I’m thinking about) series. Think I’ve got the first one set; just need to find a date, judges, and a place, and ask the first two “combatants” to participate. Really, it’s almost all done. 😉

Tomorrow night (well, tonight actually) I’m planning on attending the Ship where anselm23 is featuring. Busy week for poetry.

Got the news today that another online distribution site will be featuring Duende work in their streaming content — more news as I get it.