Well, if you find yourself wanting an Eeyoredote, I just peeked in to mention I was reading your poem "Night Train: Heading West" in an old issue of MSP earlier tonight and enjoyed it (love the line "The cards / growl through her hands"). As well as your Milton-hating entry. (He doesn't happen to bother me, but I'm glad to see other D.H. Lawrence despisers in the house.)