Breakfast Radio: Janet Kenny - well, I knew this was yours by the sound and the bird, your unique style.
Zyzzyva: Catherine Chandler-Oliveira - perhaps I couldn't escape the effect of seeing zzzzzzzs.
Where are the Negligees of Anthony: Michael Cantor - you always get the girl, dammit.
Farewell, Farcia: Mary Meriam - y'all missed the bouts-rimés, except Sir John, who got it: Auden's ‘Stop all the clocks’.
February 18: Tim Murphy - I knew you wrote this.
Happy Birthday: Orwn Acra - could have sworn R.S. Gwynn wrote it. WTG, Orwn!
In Memoriam: Edmund Conti - such a fine poem.
Skiddoo Skiddon't: Robert Schechter - I knew 'twas you, your style, skiddoo.
Innards: Ann Drysdale - vat a surprise! Let me introduce you to Rose Kelleher. Her poems, I realize now, are perhaps more about plant innards than animal.
Sonnet on a First Line: O'Carroll/Osen - congrats!
The News Comes Every Morning: Quincy Lehr - congrats!
Why You can't Go Home: Teresa Coe - so polished, such a fine use of form and language.
The Spanish Ambassador's Daughter: Julie Stoner - remember you couldn't get through my "Wompo Week with Poet S"? The feeling is mutual, m'dear. I wonder if this illustrates the het-homo taste divide? Whatever! We shall carry on.
4= Mary Meriam and Ann Drysdale - how nice to share a line with you, Ann.
I realize my three picks were more about the use of form and language than about whether the poem was light or not, or funny or not.
Thanks, John.
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