June is a busy time. Friday night I’ll be delighting* an audience at the Bad Poet’s Society show. That’s right, I have a few word-disasters to share with the world. I’ll be wearing appropriate black clothes plus a poetry hat. The following weekend is the Solstice Parade, where my parade partner and I will be offering to scratch the backs of onlookers with our mighty golden-handed scratching poles. Costume is still in progress.
*I’m using a wide and loose interpretation of this word.
(Below: random image of an angel causing a ship to be sucked into a whirlpool.)