Monday, November 30, 2015
A new poem of mine is in the Fredericksburg Literary and Art Review. Oh boosters and county fathers of Arlington, Virginia, you will be overjoyed! There's a poem about Clarendon, sweet Clarendon. Land of pub crawls or marches. Borough of bars and shenanigans.
In other news, I just passed 6 million written words. That's something to be Thankful for. I suppose.