Things seems to be on the upwards gradient of the grand Karmic graph for my friends at the moment.

Just got an E-mail from my Poet colleague, Chrissy Williams. Now, she's been published before, in small magazines. Small press - not that there's anything that isn't small press in the poetry market. She's not very good at rhyming, but people seem to dig her shit. Now, The Rialto want to publish a couple of her poems. And they're prepared to give her money for them.

A paid poet. Isn't that a contradition in terms?

She's achieved one of her dreams. For that, I think it's finally time - as I've threatened before - to give you the link to the Blog of her dreams.

Now - Walker. Ask someone out. Quickly. Before the powers of this fail and... oh no! Too late.