my way

I got my little reading lists figured out for the next two weekend's poetry readings I'm participating in, because I'm an advance planner, or else I tend to freak out (sometimes I freak out a bit anyway). I chose eight poems to read for my ten minute time frame this Saturday - and then I'll read the same eight poems plus another seven for the longer reading I'm supposed to give the Friday after that. Lots of dolls, holes, slightly gruesome girly horror, blood, red eyes, and rotting apples, because that's the way I roll. Some people might hate my stuff; a few people will like it. I do it my way either way. Hopefully, I'm in a good mood and don't dislike myself those days.