February was a short and busy month.  Even with four work in progress pieces, the passing days caught me short of my monthly poem goal.  This stanza saw its final edits as a Facebook status post Thursday night:

“The absinth was spiked with naga jolokia.
I sip calmly, her moist lips whisper – “I want burning”
And here I thought it was only the poem.”
— J. K. McDowell.

later I commented on fb:

“I was working on four poems in February and none could converge to closure before the 28th.  This stanza got rewritten in this fb post to a very pleasing completion.  The whole poem was attempting to use Rumi/Barks quotes throughout = we shall see where that goes >>>”


March is going to be a very good month for poetry.