My Poem on Linebreak (and pre-Christmas notes)

My poem, "Unfurling," is this week's featured poem on Linebreak!  Check it out! It's read by David Welch, which makes publication more like an event than just a publication. (I clapped after he read it...) 

'Tis the season and whatnot, so I've been tuning into my local stations to  listen to Christmas carols on my way to work.  When I was in high school, we had a Christmas carol trivia contest, and I won.  Sadly, this is something I'm still quite proud of-- a testament to my appreciation of Christmas carols.  So, when I heard Dean Martin's version of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer yesterday... well, I kind of lost it.  Santa has some false German/Russian accent and calls Rudolph "Rudy?"  I don't think so, Dino. Really, you're going to f* with a Christmas carol? Why?  What's wrong with you that you think this is ok? (Drinking is not a good enough answer here.)

Smarter-- make up your own Christmas carol if you want a Russian Santa. "I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas," for example, is a wonderful song that doesn't ruin any other song.  That's ok to do.  That won't hurt baby Jesus's feelings. That won't make me scream at the radio in the cold, over the sound of the heater blowing full-force, while waiting for the lady in front of me to pull ahead a bit so we can both turn left before the light changes back to red... ugh.

And on that note: heading to work. Wish me luck.