I made another of my seasonal pilgrimages to Powell’s Books in Portland, Oregon. Here’s the damage:
Earlier this summer I played a couple sets of music at a kind of house party/book-launch event for Maine poets Marcia Brown, Bruce Spang, and Betsy Sholl. Here’s Marcia reading:
A lovely muggy day in Midtown, which smelled a little like “Pitopia.” I was there for BookExpo America, a very non-poetry kinda publishing event.
When my MWPA award arrived in the mail, I’d been hoping for an illuminated leg like in ‘A Christmas Story,’ but this is nice too. And yes, I AM short.
Another recent purchase. Best title for a poetry collection… ever?
Dinner before my reading on Peaks Island for the Stone Boat Poetry Series was watermelon salad sandwich. Tastier than it might sound or look:
Last weekend I went way up north to the place Mainers inexplicably call “Down East” and spent a few days on the coast with some fine people and poets: Betsy Sholl and her husband Doug, Bruce Spang, Rachel Contreni Flynn, and our host Kathleen Sullivan. We all did a poetry reading on Friday at the Cape Split Chapel:
This was the view from my room the following morning. Hello, quiet!
We spent the rest of the weekend kayaking, hiking (see below), cooking, eating, reading, writing, and talking politics and poetry. Pretty much heaven. Thanks, Kathleen.