At this point in the summer, things are always a little too lush and overgrown, the plants straggling from their pots, everything a little wilty. Wisconsin was just as hot as here, but pine tree laden and sandy as always. Saw some deer, bought some cheese. Thankfully, since I have to go back to the city, I'll be spared the camping trip in a couple weeks. Already I am antsy for fall.
I've been writing new stuff the last couple of days which I will post soon. Always hard to get the engine turning again after a few weeks of slacking. I did read that the megascript...aka feign...aka the fever alamanac..is a finalist in the Three Candles Book Prize. (yeah!!) though spotting the name of one of Columbia's faculty at the top of the list doesn't help my chances of winning (or a couple of other great poets whose work I'm a bit familiar with.) Still, I live in hope...The damn thing is out to like seven other contests, plus a couple presses, all in various versions. Something has to happen, right?
