checked my university email address in two days. Insert copious diabolical laughter. That feels good. Of course, there's probably something really important waiting on me there....
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I'm fighting a cold, I think. Sneezy all day. I've lazed about watching tv and movies. Aside from this cold, I think I'm in that staring at the walls phase that Louise Gluck talks about. Aside from my poem for Wendy, I'm pretty quiet in the head. And generally content to be so. For now.
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Has anyone else been dreaming about me? Recent posts by Steve Mueske and Jennifer Drake Thornton both have me appearing in their dreams.
So, c'mon, 'fess up. Details.
About Me
- Paul
- Paul Guest is the author of four volumes of poetry and a memoir. His debut, The Resurrection of the Body and the Ruin of the World, was awarded the 2002 New Issues Poetry Prize. His second collection, Notes for My Body Double, was awarded the 2006 Prairie Schooner Book Prize. His third collection, My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge, was published by Ecco Press/HarperCollins in 2008. His fourth collection, Because Everything Is Terrible, was published by Diode Editions. His poems have appeared in Harper's, The Paris Review, Poetry, Tin House, The Kenyon Review, and elsewhere. His memoir, One More Theory About Happiness, was published by Ecco in May 2010 and selected for the Barnes & Noble Discover Great New Writers Program. The recipient of a 2011 Guggenheim Fellowship and a 2007 Whiting Writers' Award, Guest lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.
2 comments:
I dreamed you were ice-skating on the hood of my car...
No, really, little skirt, tights, and all.
*dumb smile*
Melissa
Yes, I actually did! The other night I dreamed that we were talking on the phone. True story. :) Funny that you should ask that...
Colleen
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