Oops! The Postman doesn't knock at all...

"Damn you internet server. Will you not cease in taunting me at every turn?"

Unfortunately, our registration form was down for a while. I've been slammed, slammed, slammed lately. With some duct tape and last minute coding, we now have a new and improved registration form (actually, it will be the same to you, but the back end is a BEAST). Thank yous to Victoria Marinelli for bringing this travesty to my attention. My apologies to those affected by this outage.

I can't wait for the next slam. I spoke with a few of the poets about possibly getting together some time during the month (to chat, read or whatever). I want to continue with that energy of the slam without the slam, so to speak. Just to have a bunch of people together for creative thought, dialog and exchange. Let me know if your interested (btw: I'm not a joiner so there will be no clubby - secret handshake crap and the first person who speaks of printing up T-shirts will get pimp-slapped). Either way, holler back.
Also, I spend a majority of my time yelling and schmoozing during the slam. If you have some ideas for improvement, please let me know. If you are even interested in hosting: LET ME KNOW! LET ME KNOW! I want to perform too! I don't want to just let you guys have all the fun. So that's that. I'm not really big on the four-page scroll bloggery rant. I'm more of the "hey here is some more junk I forgot to mention the last time" blogger. My entries will be short and sweet, unless I've got some mad, crazy antics to share. Stay safe and see you at the slam.

forever endeavor,
d.l.