Syllables

I won't bore anyone with a third draft of "The Splasher Floor" posted here, but I have taken a scalpel to it and have reconsidered several of my lines, allowing syllabics to govern in the end (a la Hayden Carruth). So the poem now exists in 10-syllable lines (with scant exceptions). If you're interested, I'd be happy to send you a copy, but I'm not going to re-post it here again.

Writing is (nearly) never done, but this piece is now, and I can focus on other parts of what I'm calling the Zinc Cycle.

Also, here are some Polaroids of the factory from my childhood days.