Working on 'The Good Messenger' poem. This may be the sort of a task better fit for shaky-chair and wooded tables cafe than a safe room... I have four versions printed out and am drawing parallels... It isn't easy, constructing a poem. There has to be honesty to it that I am not attached to in fiction. Sure, old papa Hemingway insisted there be honesty absolute in prose as well, but a poem is like a hound - if you try to bury the truth under too much fancy, it will sniff it out like you are hiding a mistress in your closet...