Poems seem to come over me occasionally, like the weather.

Yesterday, I wrote a long poem about death and being embodied that I will probably never post here. Today, I started one called Take Me Instead. And also today, my students and I whipped out a sentimental but serviceable little Valentine’s Day sonnet. Sonnets are easy because you just plug in the iambic pentameter and the rhyme scheme.

Perhaps I accidentally primed the pumped by reading the book I’m about to review tomorrow.

Take care! Watch out for falling poetry!