We were at the Harvard Coop today--the Harvard bookstore.
I happened to glance at the literary journals.
I noticed they had The Baltimore Review, which accepted one of my poems awhile back.
I looked at the back, and whose name did I see? Mine. MINE. My little name in the fancy shmancy bookstore.
That was a big writerly rush.
3 comments:
I'm not supposed to covet—especially not on Sunday.
That is only the beginning. You will see.
That's because you're brilliant and wonderful.
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