TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 07.10.19 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. |