Dear, sweet, H.R. Pufnstuf, who knew your druggy 70's hangover would attract so much attention here? All I know is it felt right at the time.
Today I'm making what are very likely last edits on my next book of poems. I love the sense of resolution generated by a deadline: that it is time to choose. The shedding that happens, that you fear beforehand, is in reality a great pleasure. You see the real book become itself.
You spend so much time mucking about in uncertainty that any time it falls away is golden.
Ultra-mega congratulations to ultra-mega babe Stacey Brown for winning the 2007 Cider Press Review Book Award, chosen by Tony Hoagland.