As Margo has mentioned, I have been “quiet” for the past week or so. There are many reasons for that. One, it’s the end of the quarter, which means piles of papers to grade and record and post. Two, I traveled to New Orleans to run a half marathon, which I completed in 2 hours and 37 minutes, a huge improvement over my time from last May. (I know, it’s slow, but I’m old and not exactly willowy…give me a break.)
While in NOLA, we spent a couple of days at the Voodoo Music Festival, which will merit another post later this weekend. (Highlights included getting backstage to watch Silversun Pickups and a high-energy set from AWOL Nation.) Of course, too much fun has to have consequences – I returned home not feeling very well and have succumbed this evening to a blanket on the couch.
So, while I am sitting here on the couch, I thought I would try to enter the crazy world of November poem-a-month or 30/30 using this Hurricane Sandy prompt from Peter Murphy. (Yes, I know it’s November 2, so I am already a day behind, but I will try to catch up…) I haven’t posted a poem here in a while, so here you go!