Tuesday, January 9, 2024
010924b
This is what I love about editing an awards volume. The delighted squeals of poets leaping out of my phone's screen. I've been there, and I know. Writing messages that bring such joy. Of course, only two can win, and maybe you thought half a dozen others were clearly better, but oh! You were in the game. And, there's always next year.
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