That Time Of Year

…. You may have noticed my posting has slowed a bit. I’m making it official, so that I don’t feel the pressure to try to put something up every day; this is the time of year when my grading all starts coming in at once, and won’t stop until mid-May. So I need extra time in meatspace for a while.

Hey, at least this year I’m not waiting until the horrors of anxiety attacks overtake me; this may actually be a step in a very positive direction. Anyway, don’t worry about me. I’m just busy.

Too bad it’s during National Poetry Month. But life is what it is. You can buy the book instead, if you like. Or submit something as a guest poet. And I will probably have a few things to post, just because that happens. But don’t expect much for a while.

See you on the other side.


  1. fusilier says

    I have a stairwell with five landings that you can borrow – if you’re near Indianapolis.

    fusilier, wearing his Associate Professor hat

    James 2:24

  2. RSC says

    So, it’s going to be a little time before you’re back? What does Emily say about that?

    They say that time assuages
    Time never did assuage
    An actual suffering strengthens
    As sinews do with age
    Time is a test of trouble
    But not a remedy
    If such it prove
    It prove too
    There was no malady

  3. says

    Those addicted to your chow
    To inevitability must bow.
    Hooked as we are to being fed
    Your fine lines with our daily bread,
    Like fish out of water we will gasp,
    At previous postings we will grasp,
    Revisit verses for a second read
    To fill our voracious Cuttlefish need.
    And while you slog through every test,
    We’ll grade you A plus–you’re the best.

  4. says

    In meatspace till May
    But no anxiety attack
    Except among the ravenous readers of his blog.

    [This is a Fibonacci verse: line lengths 1 1 2 3 5 8 13 syllables.]

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