This morning in my blog stats I saw a referral from Slate.
I figured someone on a forum was flaming me for my negative attitude, but as all bloggers must sooner or later, I’m trying to grow a thicker skin. So I took a deep breath.
Here’s what I found at Slate: Best Books of 2008.
I’m honored. And speechless. I think I’ll let others do the talking:
“Each [poem] is a compact little rock of Texas Gothic, thrown hard.” – Melinda Henneberger, in Slate.
“Your poems are like little fists.” – Jim Daniels, a few months ago.
“You write mean little poems.” – Jo McDougall, some 20 years ago.
I sense a trend!
Thank you Melinda. Thank you doctors, teachers, editors, friends and family for seeing me through. Thank you fate—in which I don’t believe, but thanks anyway. Thanks for this day.
