Chicken Wings

First off, we consumed a considerable number of chicken wings and fries at Smitty's after last night's meeting. (Kathy could retire to Ravena on her tip.) The root beer was icy and delicious. I don't know what the other end of the table was drinking.

THE BLOG
At the meeting, we talked about the blog, now up and running which, if you are reading this, is obvious, and discussed how to pick which poems to post. Anyone can nominate one of their own or someone else's but the ultimate decision will be mine...THE BLOGMASTER!!! Blog poems will have to be emailed to me as I don't want to retype. I will not publish any without the author's permission. Dennis pointed out that any poem posted here could be considered "published" and the writer would lose the distinction of submitting it as an unpublished work.

Also, if anyone wants their short bio on the blog changed, I can do so. I have already fixed a couple this morning and added a link to obeedude's new blog, which is terrific - check it out.

THE POEMS
Dennis produced the masterpiece of the night called The Book Tour which encouraged a little social anarchy. My personal favorite. Tim gave us insight into his childhood with Matchbox Cars. At Tim's urging I read Peaches Jubilee about having dinner last week, but did not bother to take criticism because I knew it was doggerel (which is really bad rhyming poetry). I found myself amusing, tho.

Gary regaled us with a redo of the golf epic he recited at Christmas. Because of its length, we decided to look it over at home this week and bring our suggestions to the next meeting. Joyce had two short cats poems, one particularly elegant. Philomena did spiders in the bathroom, Tante Catrine did two-year olds, Art did a rumination on an old house.

Tom was back after many questions about his absence, and did his own thing with a line I liked about "brown bagger's leftovers smoldering in the heat". Paul continues in a new vein with a really good driving poem complete with Nascar references. Mimi had a winner, too, in Occupation, which was fine the way it was, but inspired some suggestions. Alan took the most heat from Mark who brutally told him his "This is How to Love Me" was full of cliches. We are a tough bunch.

APRIL 14 and misc.
You should all be thinking about what your personal contribution to poetry day will be (besides a breakfast item). I encourage you to "perform" at least one piece, bring props, wear a costume, go wild, etc. Joyce's husband Steve has graciously agreed to bring some musician friends to play. We must practice Art's performance piece. Bring lots of poems. Let's not be boring.

I forgot to mention there is a stack of old poetry magazines on the counter in my office which are up for grabs. Feel free to take any or all.

Mimi and Joyce and I are marching in the Peace Walk at the Capitol on March 18. If anyone wants to join in, talk to one of us. We need company.

BTW, I brought my gavel last night and only had to use it a couple of times.

Now post some comments, guys.