Burt Reynolds, RIP

"Why does Burt Reynolds remind me of you? You have a poem, no?"  Trish texts.

"Several!" I replied.

"Did you see he just died :("

Then my phone lit up with text after text.

"Burt Reynolds has left the building."

Burt in the Blood-by Jennifer L. Knox

A poet friend of mine asked if I was going to blog about poetry, since it is the BAP blog, afterall. But to me that feels a little like talking about corgis, to a corgi. Today I wanna to chase sheep. Scoliosis and bipolar disorders run like rabid squirrels between the twining branches of my family trees.

Charles Browning based the painting on the cover of my last book on Burt's 1972 Cosmo bearskin rug photoshoot.