So I guess I'm a twit now.
It had to happen, I suppose, as I explore the realms of figuring out how to distribute poetry.
Well, I have to hand it to old Silliman, his plug sextupled the blog traffic yesterday. w00t!
More later, I am trying to beat out a Korean POW Blues Epic:
in my memory / I build these verses
where only death / can tear them down
tuned on rhythm / I can't forget them
in North Korea / my blues are brown