Nice to come home to poetical mail, both of the snail and electronic varieties. Contributor's copies, little chaplette thingies, solicitations for poems, and no crazy demands for money from insurance companies, angry phone messages, or summonses to appear before official and saddening authorities.
Back to work tomorrow, and to bed soon. In the meantime, vetting a host of weird, new mp3s. Try this bizarrely awesome cover of I Want Candy.
