...a few of you over for coffee and cake. I want to read you a poem. It's more of a hat, really. Every time I go back into it, I pull a new poem out by the ears. I suppose I should just let it be a hat. Last night I chatted with another poet about it. The poet came up with a cute title for the work, a title I might just play with.
After a day lost in the never-ending poem, I'll turn to The Other Side of Eden. What a fantastic book.