So busy doing all the little things that I ordinarily would put off until another day - cleaning and errands. We are having company coming to visit us from Pittsburgh. We told him to bring shorts! It will be much warmer here than at home.

I don't want to neglect my poems though as it is the last week of National Poetry Month. I received a new book in the mail so I will chooose from it. North Of The Cities by Louis Jenkins. The poem is called Nonfiction and I had to post it partly because I heard that Pres. Bush was on Deal or No Deal. Is that even true? It couldn't be weirder. So I will post that and then package up the 11 books that I sold recently and get them out. Bookselling has been very, very good to me. Forgive me Mr. Sosa.

NONFICTION

I don't like it when someone else's fantasy world
interferes with my own. That's why I don't read
novels much anymore or watch television. I don't go
for nonfiction either. Fiction and nonfiction aren't
opposites. It isn't truth vs. lies. Nonfiction is simply
not fiction - it's something else, I don't know what.
Take the president, for example, from what I've read
in the newspapers, (which, as I am led to believe, are
nonfiction,) can't be real. He has to be made up by some
really bad writer. Unless I imagined all that stuff.

by Louis Jenkins