So for some reason, I'm in the mood for poems again. I've only had two poems published so far; they always fall to the "bottom" of my submissions queue because I haven't yet found a reliable way to self-edit them. The editor of OG's Speculative Fiction was a tremendous help with my haiku sale, suggesting some direction for alteration that made a real difference to that piece. (And yes, I have a submissions queue. It is a long story, born of the stuff of neuroses.)
I find that I have a strange fascination with form poems, the more precise, the better. The pantoum has led me astray enough that our love affair has ended with some murderous looks and broken dishes, but there's still hope for reconciliation ... just not right now.