Poem-A-Day Contest and Sandy

Thanks to The Washington Post [online 10.25.12]

 Well, if you haven't been touched by Miss Hurricane Sandy, a.k.a "Frankenstorm," perhaps you have already begun a deep hibernation. That or you're not an easterner. Either way, you've heard of it, right? Right. Because the news made it out to be apocalyptic, fetching a few items from the grocery store became its own sort of apocalypse. I'm still pouting because they were out of both my milk and creamer. And god forbid if we needed toilet paper at the time.

While I understand the cause for concern near the Atlantic, the rest of us, in-landers, experienced what was another not-so-uncommon rainy windy cold front. I suppose it could've been worse; however, the need for over-the-top adjectives seemed to insight more panic than necessary. OMGSANDYYY GO BUY ALL THE THINGS!!!11

At least we're survivors. Yes. So. My heart goes out to those coastal folk, because those are the peeps who need the worry and toilet paper and water. If you have extra, send something or donate! Better yet, hit up your local Blood Bank. They could use the pints!

So, beginning tomorrow, I'm taking on a poem-a-day challenge for the whole month of November. Interested? Check out the deets!

If nothing else, I hope to get something from the experience. Chapbook irrelevant. I've always wanted to do the whole novel in a month thing, but this seems more my style!

Happy haunting boogers!!!
mt