September 23, 2013

Read on the radio yesterday, AshevilleFM’s Wordplay. I had a good time, and read some things that pleased me right well as I was hearing them for the first time. Read a piece of Night, Sleep, and read from The Glacier’s Daughters for the first time in many years. I perceive myself to be back inside the head I had then, so far as poetry is concerned, after decades of wandering. I’m always glad when circumstances get me to West Asheville, and puzzled that I don’t contrive to get there more often. More tattoos, though, than I want to look at. Stunning exhaustion after a stressful weekend, but with a waking timely and refreshed I face the day.