it rained all night and most of the morning. a light drizzle for the most part. a good soaking for the crops.
as i drove into town to get the mail, i thought about how i somehow still get a rush when i get published. same rush at 36 that i got at 19. i guess i really am doing what i was meant to be doing. though, i suppose the money comes after i die.
check out my new poem "the promised land" in the June issue of Underground Voices. check out the previous post for links.
i'll soon be off to the thriving hillbilly metropolis of Richmond, Indiana to do some shopping. and no, not for fireworks and liquor like most of the people from Ohio crossing the border. though, that's not a bad idea. all i'm really hoping for is a poem or two.
wanted to start the month off proper and i think i did just that. today's musical selections:
Butch Walker & The Black Widows - The Spade
The Black Keys - El Camino
Barenaked Ladies - Rock Spectacle
Outkast - Stankonia
"Ambition is so powerful a passion in the human breast, that however high we reach we are never satisfied." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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