…. 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.
Oh well.
Take good care of yourself.
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
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
Mmmmm, time sausages….
(Did I read that right?)
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.
Tests
Grades
Busy
Cuttlefish
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.]
Hi!
My latest poem.
You’ll likely hate it, but I have no doubt you’ll be fair and kind.