Tomorrow, I release a book. A poetry book. No one is more surprised than me. For most of my life, the idea of me publishing poetry was about as likely as the Sears Demon™ winning a Pulitzer. I sat through two semesters of poetry workshops in college, where the general consensus seemed to be: maybe
Oh, hello there! Remember me? The blogger who mysteriously vanished into thin air, leaving you all in a state of suspense, desperately wondering what on earth had happened? Well, fear not, my dear readers, for I have returned from the depths of… well, wherever I was hiding, to grace you with my ever-erratic presence once
Somewhere With Regret 