Every now and then I forget that the rest of the world doesn't even know what poetry is let alone take it seriously--very strange to spend so much time reading the blogs of other poets, the intensity of the conversations in the sphere and then stepping out of the subculture.
Hey, we're back! We need a vacation from our vacation, but we had a great time. Two blocks from the beach, good company, plenty of sunblock and way too many toddlers and teenagers. I took some pics, but can't find my camera. I also can't find my cell phone (Hannah, it's here somewhere and stayed here all week. Yikes.)
Came home to the final galleys of Spring Tide. Very exciting to see my name in that font! I also was able to read the forward--connecting with a poet I admire and respect and at times have even revered, really it doesn't get any better. Looks like the musuem is shooting for an October reading. I should know pretty soon.
I see that big congrats are in order for C. Dale, Jeannine, Charlie, and Kristy. Way to go!!
I wonder if big congrats are in order for Stuart yet?