. . . about what I am reading, but never seem to get around to it all.
The list (click stack of books at right) will have to do for now, and this bit I snipped from the post below before I pasted today's poem: Was reading some more of FOLLY on the train this morning & could NOT STOP. You won't be able to either.
Maybe more later. Gotta finish that article by Friday, write a poem a day, & OH YEAH, work at my J-O-B.
What an annoying invention, the job.