Yesterday, swollen with florescence, I returned from my first AWP conference in NYC. Quite overwhelming but generally lovely and A STACK OF BOOKS.I swooned a little when Maurice Manning read. And swooned a little hearing Jules Feiffer too. Saw Times Square for the first time at night, from the 32nd floor. Found reversals sweetly on many levels, but that’s another story and i don’t even know if anyone reads this blog.
p.s. Oh HEY I have a poem in the forthcoming Pebble Lake Review.