May 6, 2018

Reading from Peniel at All Souls (with Andrew on the fiddle) went well, maybe better than I expected. Interesting smattering of students and strangers. Tired afterward, staggering, whimpering tired. Read some of Will’s students’ poetry, one, by Oliver, an 8th grader, had the authority of Blake. I was astonished. Janis gave me a blue hydrangea.