A downsized heart keeps its daily pulseamid the accumulated clutter, the bric-a-bracof pack-rat years:
I'm very pleased for Richard. A decade ago, I took a weekend workshop with him . . . in the days when I was petrified about venturing any public steps toward being a writer, when I was still just beginning to formulate the poems that led to Boy Land. So it was an honor, and also very strange, to be a finalist with Richard; and it seems right to me that he should have won.
Last night I did get to visit with numerous people I rarely see, and that was certainly worth four hours in the car. I talked to a copyeditor whose work I admire, which is always a bracing pick-me-up for a fellow copyeditor. And I saw a remarkable moon shining through a window blind.