The Skittery Poem of Our Moment, Open for Your Pleasure
So the call went out and several people replied with “The Yurtmaster / The Yurt Master” poems. Noah Eli Gordon was the first to send one (or the second, as Colin Sheldon, as the administrator, has the first poem up). There are more to come (every other day or so, I think?). Who will they be? Did you send one? If not, I hear you can write one and send it to:
And it will be considered. “It has nine entrances but only four exits. It dresses warmly in case of snow,” Sheldon says.
Here’s your chance to contribute to the skittery poem of our moment. Pick up your yurt and go.