I have two poems now live in Prick of the Spindle:
Picking Through the Rubble at Midnight
And speaking of spindles, I still can't believe what my parents got me for Christmas: a Kromski Sonata spinning wheel!!! It's gorgeous and it folds up surprisingly small into its own carrying bag. I haven't used it yet, partly because I have no idea what I'm doing, but mostly because I've been really sick the last few days.
In other news, I've almost finished my 20th round of 30 poems in 30 days, all our beautiful snow has melted away, and I've eaten enough cookies to choke an elephant. I think I'll go have another...