tough guys

Last year I got a "hardboiled detective" poetry kit, and that's mostly what I've been using this year so far. Hence today's poem:

Fogginess

It's so foggy today it's like we're on a mountaintop in the middle of a cloud:




So here's a poem about a different type of fogginess -- or perhaps fuzziness is a better word.

seasonal rotation

April 1

And we're off! Forthwith, the second annual Refrigerator Poetry Writing Month.

I resisted the temptation to buy a new set of poetry magnets this year. I think it will be an interesting challenge to see how far I can get this year using the same ones. Already, today, I saw some word combinations that I recognized from last year. Of course, the magnets are still in their boxes, not spread out across the fridge yet. Hopefully things will change once the usual word chaos ensues.

And without further ado: