Foster feeling, your poppied gaze
is all the lunar tide it takes
to float the deadweight of our days.
— Sherod Santos, excerpted from World News
I’m getting back into words, which should surprise virtually no one; reading and hearing and occasionally writing them. Every night this week, I’ve substituted Parks & Rec with The Best American Poetry as my pre-sleep ritual, and tonight, I’ll substitute class reading for slam poetry at Cantab Lounge. I’m hoping I’ll hear something of quality that’ll keep this going.