in the spirit of things

So, as you probably know and can skip over, I'm a total goofball about this National Poetry Month thang. I've done something for it the last three years. I should be its friggin chairman (and maybe could do if I could think of a more poetic adjective than friggin). Meanwhile, what I love are seeing my friends getting in the swing, too, if only for a moment. But their moments are so good. Bean's got a poem and more about another national month campaign [backpacks!] and Stacia put her mighty graphic powers to work on an irish poem about desire.

» stacia: eamon/desire
» bean: whitman/ferry