Four years ago, 980+ posts, over 89,046,000,000 satisfied loyal and/or random customers (you could be the 100,000,000,000; the 100,000,000,000 visitor will win a soggy bible ((after 40 days and 40 nights)) and/or the collected poems of Ogden Nash), I became a blogger.
That word still makes me cringe. It's too close to booger, but then maybe blogging is a bit like picking your nose. Some of us pick until our nose bleeds. (I'm more concerned about my nose hairs on steroids; when I pull 'em, they pull back. I've never been on a more crowded subway than my left nostril.)
On the serious side, this booger, this blog, has brought me from the Idaho boonies back to Tom Beckett, Geof Huth, mIEKAL aND, Ron Silliman, Gregory St. Thomasino, and many others (old friends, not just old poets have found me via this blog, e.g. Steve Perkins), and to the new doorsteps of Nick Piombino, Mark Young, Eileen Tabios, Anny Ballardini, Alex Gildzen, Josh Corey, Nick Manning, Frank Sauce, and so many others... This booger helps me keep connected.
If I could only flick it off my thumb, transferred there by that stealthy index finger, would I?
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