Okay. So I deleted the last post because – I don’t know. It felt clunky, or something. But no matter. I enjoyed a good concert on Friday night, Edgar Meyer (bassist) and Chris Thile (Nickel Creek mandolin player.) It would probably be better to try to describe it in poetry, but maybe later. If you read the first post, you got the general idea.
The next poetry assignment is out. So, write about death or an erotic experience, 19 or 27 lines long, include the words clouds and water. The form is your choice. Two out of my three family members have expressed their opinion that death is preferable to eroticism. I love my family, but… I’m tired of writing about death and grief. So eroticism wins. Cover your eyes, plug your ears, do what you have to do.
And lastly, a side note about all the shouting on Sunday night. We live in Indiana. We are not FIPs (fine Illinois people.) Certainly you can understand where your obligations lie. Colts.