City of Legends

Put this in your pipe and smoke it:

I am working on the manuscript for my next book of verse:

"As such…love poems of a new life"

and I started collecting together the best poems I have written of or for Candy since I first started actually writing of or to her (for you trivia buffs, the poem was "Above room temperature" written on September 1, 2007…and I don’t think the lady herself knew it was about her at the time. It was a complicated time and I ran a poor second for more than a lap or two.) and I encountered a problem.

Too many poems. Way too many for the modest volume I had envisioned.

So…tough luck. This will not be the juggernaut that was "The Compleat Panther Cycles" but many of those poems were not to the Panther but to an ideal and an abstraction, and they were written over a year and a half, not 4 months. We are looking at about 170-200 poems at this time (a very thick volume). Thicker than "from an unexpected quarter", thrice the thickness of "Ronin in the Temple of Aphrodite".

Candy, thank you for the inspiration, really…but sheesh! A guy has to sleep and eat. How bad is it going to be when we’re together in the same room?

Heh. Heh. Heh. That’s a different kind of poetry.