TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER
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A package addressed to me was shoved under the door of the pub: Annie Dillard's The Writing Life, a gift, maybe a benediction, from a friend. The next day, I got an email from a private school in San Francisco, requesting permission to re-use a poem of mine in their sophomore reader for the next academic year. The universe reminds me of old persistent desires, with bottled messages cast from a distant, gleaming shore.