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…these days, I keep waiting for things to arrive in the mail. Yesterday I finally received the parcel of books I had been waiting for. The one I eagerly awaited arrived–I will say more on it later–and two others. One is a birthday present, so I will say nothing about it (one never knows who reads these posts), and the other is C. K. Williams‘s Pulitzer Prize winning poetry: Repair. The language of Williams is startlingly deceptive in its effortless style, almost prosey at times, but riveting as each poem carries with simplicity powerful stories.

Also, don’t forget to check out Talking Fresh. It should be a blast. I hear there may be cupcakes, and Brenda Schmidt.