Working Again.

Yesterday I printed out about a hundred old poems that have never been published--most of them never won a prize, for good reason. I printed them so that I could sit at the kitchen table and see if I could make them funnier, crazier, or less politically correct.

The down side is, I'll have to retype the whole mess into a new manuscript.

This is for Miss Sue's poetry book contest. If I should win (ha ha), she's welcome to wrestle with them and torture them into any shape she wants. Just so they get into print and the world greatly notes and long remembers that I spent seventy-odd years trying to entertain it.