A pandemic ago, in a world not so very far away, but also, so.
different .
it was the penultimate March Madness before the Maddest March of all when March Madness got cancelled by the nefarious Covid-19 pandemic.
A merry band of 15 struggling but not starving poets set off on an adventure to put a wee plot twist not a pandemic into March Madness since none of them could play basketball.
But they could write poetry.
One dark and snowy night in the middle of my winter is my discontent.