Good mornin',
I'm back from the poetry conference and, more importantly, the dead, having come down with a whopping case of bronchitis the day I arrived at The Frost Place. I haven't ever been that sick so far from home. It was no fun.
The conference, from what I was able to attend, was a turning point for me, and likely most of us. We were treated on a daily basis to a number of well-known and well-respected poets, who lectured in the morning, critiqued our poetry in the afternoon, and did readings of their own work at night. It was daunting, magical, and a kick in the ass.
I'm still coughing my lungs out (thank goodness the Sauna is silent) but I'm here and can't wait to catch up with everyone.
I see there's been a wicked heat wave in the Chicago area, Barry's hitting the Gulf coast, and there've been a couple of heat-related football deaths. Summer can be cruel. |
