This week, I mash mountains over at No Tell Motel. I’ll be talking about viscous mud and mashing mysterious items in poems all this week.

Visit and read poems.
Here’s what No Tell Motel magazine has to say for themselves:

“Having it all” keeps us awfully busy so we like to stop and “smell the posies,” spend quality time with our poets, which is why our rendezvous last a full seven days – a new poem each weekday. Each year we’ll slip our room key to 52 poets and indulge in 260 poems. Our spouses’ misfortunes are your gains. Meet with us daily at the No Tell Motel. We’ll be in room 5C, sipping the latest cocktail recommended in Martha Stewart’s Living, scribbling marginalia.