My poem “Demolished Tongues” is up over at Every Day Poets. Swing by and give it a read, why don’t you?
Meanwhile, I have an overwhelming sense of duty to write a large chunk of the final 20,000 words or so of Everything Theory/Zero Country (still undecided), Book 2. Never before has a sense of violene or kick-assery come with wanting to write. I like to think this is what a boxer must feel like as he stands in the corner, waiting for the bell to ring, waiting in anticipation for the bumps, cuts, and bruises (and, hopefully, victory).