School is back in session! What a glorious time of renewa...

School is back in session! What a glorious time of renewal! Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Josh and I--embattled tenants--are struggling to extract ourselves from Olde Towne East so we can head north to Clintonville, home to hippies and the Giant Eagle. I think I may have more to say about our time in Olde Towne East, how young people like us attempt to make a life in long-suffering neighborhoods we admire for romantic and foolish reasons. I wrote a lot of poems about OTE I hope someday will be published, and there were some good times. Some.



Still, the academic year marches on, with its rash of submission dates in early fall: the OAC, writers' colonies for next summer, book contests, and journals that just today started accepting unsolicited poems again. The longer I spend in academia, the more its rhythms start to lull me to sleep, as in: fall-submissions; winter/spring-conferences; summer-retreats, escapes, frolics, diversions, writings--which fall off in fall, or at least become shorter, smaller, worked-on between other things. In other words, let the winter of the sonnet begin.



or maybe it's time I reassert myself back into my own, long-lined life. Onward, to Clintonville!