I've just returned from my last poetry workshop of the semester. As these things usually are, it was anticlimactic. A few people brought foodstuffs (the brie was tremendous), but other than the crackers, cheese, cupcakes, and diet Coke, it was like any other class. We each (12 of us) had our final offerings discussed and dissected. My "The Hapless Spinster" piece was a big hit. It was an experiment in writing, explicitly, in a voice other than my own. All in all, one absentminded professor aside, not too bad. I even managed to eek out a poem about raccoons for crap's sake, how bad could it have been?