From a poet to her Internet lover:
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I’ll get my husband to eat horny goat weed and promise him sex in the woods. Once there, I’ll slash his throat and stab him in the chest. Then we can run away together.
That’s what Joanna Hale did to her husband Peter. She was found guilty today by jury.
I know poets are suppose to be passionate, but this is passion on crack.