We're into a busy season here at chez Team Libros (a sort of answer to Team Pants as well as a fairly accurate description of the contents of our apartment--an apartment which could be fully carpeted with books to a depth of at least two volumes if such a project were our intention. Which it isn't.). We will have a wealth of visitors this coming weekend, including Wendelynne's godparents.
I have a stack of reading that waits patiently for me. John Price's Not Just Any Land is here to my left, and a stack of other material. At the top I have Agha Shahid Ali's The Veiled Suite, Nance VanWinckel's No Starling, and David Wagoner's A Map of the Night. The first and last are somewhat lengthy, so I have to gear myself up to commit to them for a time, not an attitude that usually goes with the flaky lightness of poetry collections. I hope they bear the weight well.
And if anyone has suggestions on how to keep a disparate variety of online sites wrapped tightly together, give a holler.
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