No April Fools here, except maybe me. Just a tiny bit foolish to think I could manage to get this newsletter out yesterday in the midst of an extremely busy week. But a day late means I can fully embrace the start of National Poetry Month. Whoever decides these things chose well. April feels a suitable month for poetry. Moody, in-between weather, regardless of the hemisphere. A few dramatic holidays. Plus plenty of excellent poets celebrate April birthdays: Maya Angelou, William Wordsworth, Charles-Pierre Baudelaire, Seamus Heaney, Louise Gluck, Constantine Peter Cavafy, and of course, Shakespeare. Though that could hardly have been a deciding factor; wonderful poets celebrate birthdays every month of the year.
Thanks for the escapril info! I'll give it a try!