Received my copy of glorious Simone Muench's Lampblack and Ash today, and it seriously interfered with an afternoon of grading Essay #3. Brilliant and mesmerizing! Winner of the Kathryn A. Morton Prize for poetry from Sarabande Books.
Simone, as I'm writing this Miss Bailey Schubert is getting all Halloween-cat-ish on top of a pile of papers (there's Essay #3 again!), as if she knows I'm writing about you. I am getting back at her by posting this photo of her sporting a bib. Oh the humiliation!
I'll be bringing Lampblack and Ash to Winter Wheat later this week, to read when all cozy in hotel bed.
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Buy it, Julie! Highly recommended. :)
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