On missing my friends and my Beowulf essay
I'm missing my poetry friends this year, so very much. The conference is going forward in Monson, Maine, and I am here, sitting at my keyboard, sending out my heart-vibes. It is hard to not be there, as their presence in my life is one of those necessary things. Alas, attendance this year was not possible, and it's my challenge to figure out how to do without.
In other news, my reflections about the Headley translation of Beowulf is "live" on MicroLit Almanac. I am always so grateful that they make space for my musings. It's truly a superb book, and it was fun and restorative to write the piece. Of course, humbling moment: I found three typos, errors all mine. I sent the edits to them to fix, if they can be fixed. But I appreciate the opportunity to share my thoughts, regardless.
This morning started out really foggy outdoors and in my head. Coffee is a good idea.
Hope your day "burns off" as well.
C
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