Monday, March 22, 2010
I can change it round
paperback copy of My Index of Slightly Horrifying Knowledge and I can't really account for the butterfly-sensation welling up in me. The first collections I ever bought were paperback and somehow just touching this book reminds me of them in a forceful way. I've published two previous collections and I felt a different excitement. I think, perhaps, that so much of my writing life has been consumed by the memoir that this feels new and charged -- a reintroduction to first love.