Sunday, March 18, 2012

Skidding into Sunday

It's a good exercise in spontaneity to say "yes" to walking in the park at 3am. (The lake's surface still and silken.)

Even better: staying late at a party and forgetting that I was twenty-something decades ago.

Not so good: sleeping until past 2pm, and the poetry reading and book release party I'd planned to attend, on the other side of the city, started in 45 minutes.

(I arrived at 3:01, to a standing-room only crowd at Open Books. Fell into a sliver of space, my back up against the door. Couldn't see the poet Kathleen Flenniken, but am thankful for amplified sound.)

Here's the trailer from her new book Plume, from University of Washington Press: