In honor of my brilliant wife who just got into graduate school, here is one of HER blackout poems:

One thing I’ve learned: the business section makes for the worst poems.  Go for the Arts or Metro.

I hope this blog hasn’t felt like too much of a copout lately.  I hadn’t done one of these blackout poems in months, and then I got thousands (literally! thousands!) of visits from a few mentions and reading people’s comments (some of which are really hilarious) made me interested in doing them again.  I love how on the internet you have no control over what you are.  If somebody sees your poems, you’re a poet.  If somebody sees your comics, you’re a cartoonist.

I am whatever you say I am.  I think a famous poet said that once…

Oh wait: that was Eminem.

Ah, well.