Poetry Timeout

Yes, this blog is meant for Poetry, but sometimes Baseball interrupts.

It happens every year. At some point, the ivy at Wrigley greens into full-blown Spring and I miss it. Ryan Theriot just hit a double off the wall and I did my yearly double-take. When did that happen? Just proves how mind-consuming the end of the semester becomes.

On a happy note, I turned in my last set of grades at 11:00 this morning. After some family business this weekend, I'm back on track with my writing time. I can feel the poems building.

Until then...