... and I'm going to archive them here in this thread. A poem a day, regardless of weather or whether or boyfriends that don't work out or bad grades in school or kids that won't take my advice, or parrots that need cuddling. One poem a day, come hell or high water. In New Mexico, of course, the high water will never, ever happen, even though I live just a few hundred meters from the banks of the Rio Grande.
I've been having a writing dry spell, and I think writing 365 awful poems will pull me out of my malaise.