good-bye.

Apr 13, 2009 16:28

She was my first workshop teacher, a brilliant poet, and one of the kindest people I've known. When the workshop ended, we gave her a blanket because she was always cold, and one of those strings you attach to your glasses, because by the end of each session she'd have lost all three pair she brought in -- one blue, one green, one red -- one under ( Read more... )

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lotusice April 14 2009, 15:21:47 UTC
I haven't been commenting as religiously as I've been reading, but this is amazing. She must have been incredible.

And I'm loving your poems this month, just boosted the signal on my journal.

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