Today I made lemonade at work. The three of us drank it and talked about forcing wild flowers, finding places where ramps grow. It was kind of a perfect moment--a "summer is coming" moment. I don't like to wax sentimental about moments or perfection, but there it is.
In other news, I've got some new little poems up from book that's looking for a home and is in a few readers hands right now for edits, acknowledgment, and attention. Check out these little lovelies if you get a chance--they are post move, pre employment, and strange: POEMS. While you're there, look at Sidebrow, they have some good work, some really keen editing, and the kind of variety you don't see in a lot of web based poetry these days. I don't want to pin down their aesthetic, I like that there's just attention to the craft of gathering work that's good. Oh, that makes me sound like I'm bragging a bit.
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