Poem about a river

May on the Pomme de Terre river

Sweater weather, cold noses at night,

A thick fog, a firefly traveling downstream,

 a remnant shooting star, your hand on my hip

An update, of sorts...

The power cord for my laptop is caput so I'm updating from my phone. Ahhh, technology! 

We had a fabulous workshop tonight; the first in many months. We even talked more about putting out an anthology in December. Huzzah!

Rachael read the next chapter in her grotesque and wonderful novel. I can't wait to see how it goes... So creepy and engaging!

I'm  having an early night. More later, kittens.