Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Dancing on the Ceiling
First, Obama, then the degree and now: The Southern Review just accepted the title poem to my next book: The Rub. It's a poem that matters to me immensely and which I have worked and re-worked for years and never sent out much as I wanted it to be really good and to go somewhere really good. I could not be more pleased. If snow falls from the sky tonight I will think it confetti!
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F-yeah! S. Review's one lucky mag!!!
You down for Fri? I'll pick you up as a man, you come to the door as a man? We'll go out on the town as dudes together?
You are probably kidding. I am not. Let's do it, Dude. If you can't beat 'em ___... Sigh, I dreamed about a man two nights ago, the vexiest one. But no man is Southern Review now is he? Maybe we can force KC to wear a big Southern ballgown and sweep her off her feet.
Yes. Friday. I am so down I'm up again. (Which since I am now Mr. Doctor K. means a lot to the girl I used to be.)
No. I'm totally serious. I'm wearing a wig.
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