Soundtrack: John Coltrane: Live at Birdland
It's sad, really. I come home every day all excited, hopeful, about the mail, anticipating news from poetry city. No news of late.
On another front, the poems are coming, and I'm reading with deep and ernest engagement--this Graham Greene novel is softly blowing my mind. And Mary Szybist's tightly coiled poems, too.
What's anyone out there reading these days?