Why do I always feel so tired after writing a poem, like I just took a pleasant yet exhausting hike up Mt McKinley?
Going to try to write a long poem. The long poem has been coming out in aborted fits and starts, defying my desires to confine it to a page or two. It wants to go on, so I'm willing to let it. Beginning to plan the general outline, find things I need to read, take in, work in. I won't really start working on it until after April's thirty straight days of Calamity, but I've already got a name -- Mandamus. Been wanting to call something that for a long time.
The other chapbook, should it ever be completed, will be called "Inhuman." It will involve lobsters. At least the cover will.
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