On Thursday the 19th I’ll be conducting my first full-blown assembly at Bell View elementary in the south Salt Lake area. Don’t know if any of you have kids that attend this school, but if so tell them to let me know that their parents are particularly astute and interesting (characteristics shared by all frequenters of this site, I’m sure).

Beyond Bell View, the next six months look to hold a number of such visits, so keep your eye on this blog. There’s a distinct chance that if you live in the Salt Lake and surrounding areas that I may be coming to your kids’ school. Also, if any of you are interested in observing a school visit (many of you may be planning to do your own sometime in the future), just let me know and I’ll invite you to an event. Give me a few times to get the program down and I’ll be happy to let people see what I’ve come up with.

As for the “something” in this post’s title, do any of you ever wonder what exactly is poetry? One of the many, many random thoughts that continually ricochet through my head is, I think, an odd attempt to answer that question. (Do any of you have spontaneous definitions or semantic explorations just shoot through your heads? If not, how weird are you?) Here’s what popped in there this time: the semantic exercise which turns blunt tools (words) simultaneously sharp and squishy. If anyone knows what that means, please let me know, because it has me awfully curious.

Oh, and just a reminder to come see me Monday at the Layton Barnes and Noble at 7:00 for my free workshop.