Yesterday was day four of my poetry book reading personal festival. This book was a biggie for poetry at about 100 pages, and I nearly didn’t make it. I take longer to read poems than I do to read fiction.

Today: A Scattering of Salts, James Merrill

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After my 99-year-old grandmother crushed us in one hand of Canasta we taught her how to check her email. She can now read my blog, so she’ll be my oldest blog reader.