I don't want to write about writing. I want to write.

There must be more going on in Omaha literature-wise than I am aware of. It makes me queasy that I am not more aware of these things. Oh, and it's National Poetry Month. Hey, I will read a poem a day this month. Sounds like nothing but anything that even smacks of consistency is a very some something when it comes to my routine. A severe lack of poetry has invaded my life since college. I have a bit of catching up to do today. I have 12 poems to read today. And by golly, I am not going to limit myself to tiny Shakespearean sonnets (although I read a few a couple months ago and was bowled over with how moving I found them) but I am going to take on Prufrock scaled masterpieces. I might even delve into an epic poem here or there. I will chronologue my efforts and I will be back in business. For the first time in months I have that twinge of excitement I so easily allowed to vaporize. Oh and I think each poem will have to be from a different poet. Yeah, that makes the most sense. I'll do that.