Wednesday, July 9, 2025

Rain last night, and this morning the grass hill that rolls down to the lake is quivering with water drops that are just beginning to catch the edge of sunlight.

I had my reading last night, and I hope it went well, I think it did. I read poems I've never read in public before, and may never again . . . it's always interesting, at these conferences, how I feel driven to treat readings in such a different way. In a way I'm relieved not to be hawking Calendar so directly. Yet I lay myself open when I risk reading these new and not necessarily crowd-pleasing pieces. All I can do is hope for the best.

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