After tripping once too often over the piles of books and magazines rising like stalagmites by the side of the bed, I vowed to go through them and get them organized. When I did, I discovered that I had two copies of Mark Jarman's Unholy Sonnets, both bought by me, for myself, thereby proving that my memory is already shot. So I offered one copy to the first requester on Facebook and found a taker quickly, and the book now lives with someone else who will love it.
Of the rest of the pile, the poetry books are at least in alpha order, on a shelf in the kitchen until I can make more room in the po collection proper. The magazines were a challenge. But I've found someone who will take them in installments, and in the meantime I'm posting on FB one poem from each of them, a few at a time each day. At this rate it will take me several weeks. But I'll be able to get out of bed in the dark without mishap.
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