When it Rains

You know what they say, when it rains, you get really, really wet.

Or something.

The first two entries for the December Open Mic are:

Pleasant Street, with patches. You really, really ought to follow her blog.

And, the surprising, delightful Poet Rummager. I call her Rose, and it’s not on account of her thorns. You know, cause that’s her name. Her whimsical open mic entry, Frost, is about one hot momma and a really, really icy boyfriend.

Check out the links on the December Open Mic page and do yourself a favor: recording something and send me the link. I’ve been busy bossing the elves around in the workshop and I really, really don’t want to leave you a lump of coal.

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