And finish the Fairy Tale Cycle of poems I started upteen years ago. The remaining poems rattle around in my head and clamor for attention. Quite frankly, they are becoming a nuisance, but I can't seem to get them to come out and lay down properly on the page.
The last one I managed to get out was Goodnight, My Prince. And I was shocked the other day when I realized just how long ago that was.
My dream is that the Psycho Poetry Babes get back together. I need some outside pressure.