Oh yes, and . . .

I'm back from the Carrboro Festival.

It was very nice.





OMFG, what a bunch of freakin' sodomites. To think I was worried about a few stray curses in my poems. I was Sandra Dee trying to make a phone call to AAA from a whorehouse during Fleet Week.


Or maybe I was Janet Weiss (sans Brad) in the Rocky Horror Picture Show.





OK, I'm exaggerating a little bit. I'll post more later. There's ironing to do.