nurse julie asked me about Salon of Shame, a bi-monthly gathering of sweet wretchedness who’s latest installment took place last night. check ariel’s entry for the details, but needless to say it was a hoot. i read the 2nd poem i’ve ever written, called ‘house number ten’, first put to paper in 1982 at the tender age of thirteen. essentially it’s about a man, an ant, and the consequences of solitude. or something like that. i don’t really remember what sort of dark early-teen muse was responsible for this particular bit of inspiration, but to my utter amazement it went over rather well. last night was excellent overall; i’m hoping this particular ‘entertainment via excorcism’ has a long life ahead of it.

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