Here we are on the 9th without enough candle poems to light a modest closet. I’m guilty too. I plan to rope off some time this week, hopefully today, to finish the candle poem I’ve been carrying around in my head for some time. Let’s see some others from you.
Two other items. The first is a correction. In a FB exchange the other day about my poem in the upcoming Pomelo book about holidays and national celebrations, I said that mine was called, “The Very, Very, Very Sad Story About Lulu.” That was wrong. Janet Wong reminds me that the one in their book is called, “Leaf Dance.” Sorry, Janet and Sylvia Vardell. Now I need to go dumpster diving in my files to see where I placed Lulu. She’s out there somewhere.
The other thing is that I just heard from poet Bryn Strudwick in Basingstoke, England. I brought you word from Bryn recently to say he planned at an upcoming program to include one of my poems in his reading. That program occurred two days ago and here’s the word from Bryn. “Your poem, ‘My Book,’ took its place beside, among others, Shakespeare, Byron, Hardy, Betjeman, Emile Bronte and Roald Dahl, together with fellow American writers, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, Maya Angelou, Ivy O Eastwick and Shel Silverstein. I ended the recital with my own “Paperback Eulogy” which you kindly included in your blog.”
Thank you, Bryn!