i sent out 10 poems this morning; 5 each to Fourth & Sycamore and Duane's PoeTree. when i hear back from these places, i will pass along the verdicts.
here is your video for this day of National Poetry Month:
and here are a couple of links to some poems you should be reading:
http://redeftreview.blogspot.com/2020/04/corona-afternoon-by-richard-martin.html
http://ryethewhiskeyreview.blogspot.com/2020/04/crave-by-susan-tepper.html
i went to the bank and sat in the line for the drive-thru for over 30 fucking minutes. most of the delay was due to one woman sending the tube back and forth four fucking times. i know humanity is mostly fucking stupid, but fuck me. after that fiasco, i had to go to Meijer to try to find some shit my mother wanted. of course, they were out of it. thankfully, i did find the shower spray refill i was looking for and some hand soap refill as well. and since i have been without sports for such a long time, i said fuck it and bought some baseball cards. the first pack i opened had the rookie cards of Bo Bichette and Gavin Lux in them. that should pay for both packs i bought plus some.
NXT was good last night.
AEW was good last night.
The Masked Singer was good last night.
both episodes of What We Do in the Shadows last night were fucking brilliant.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Young Sheldon, Will & Grace, Indebted, Better Things, Cake, Desus & Mero, Total Bellas and Shelter in Place w/Shane Smith. i'll watch NXT UK sometime tonight on WWE Network.
i guess there is a chance for snow tomorrow. my mother told me that and i said i'm not leaving the house tomorrow, for anything. i'm sure she's going to ask me to go get something, probably just to fuck with me.
i do plan on releasing another SoundCloud recording in the morning tomorrow.
i will probably do the second blog in the afternoon sometime.
i hope everyone is well.
stay healthy...
until tomorrow...
las personas estúpidas son las peores
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Trombone Shorty & Orleans Avenue - Hurricane Season (Live)
Slothrust - Double Down (Live)
Foy Vance - I Won't Let You Fall (Live)
Richard Marx - Endless Summer Nights (Live)
"For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit." - Tracy K. Smith
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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