We are coming upon National Poetry Month and my publisher says I'm required to offer half a dozen free copies of my books to people who write in and request them. So that's what I'm doing. You don't have to ask for My Afternoon of Squeezing Persephone's Pomegranates, any of my books will do. If you want one of something please seek the Head Rodent at SROP and tell it Mantissa sent you. Apparently, physical copies of my work are so rare they must be ordered ahead of time so I can sign them. And apparently if I don't sign them lickety-split, they'll be burned on Beltane, May First.

The clock, she is ticking.