What I Did On My Summer Vacation

OK, it wasn't long enough to be a vacation: only three days. Scott and I went to L.A. so I could give a poetry reading for my favorite literary journal that I finally got published in. There were three featured readers. I went last, was terrified as usual, but it was over before I could even process that it had begun.

More about all this later. Just wanted to get a post up to show that I hadn't flown the coop again.

Here is one of my favorite parts of the trip. A Venice Beach dog with 80s rock band hair. This is him thinking over my offer to give him a french fry if he'd sing a couple lines of "Here I Go Again" by Whitesnake.