This is just one of those nice little moments that make you feel a bit better as you wander the city on your lunch break. I stopped into Barnes & Noble on Rittenhouse Square here in Philadelphia to survey the new releases in the poetry section, and I came upon . . . shock! Two copies of my own latest volume of poems. I’m endlessly gratified by this very small acknowledgement by the larger world of book commerce. So, thank you Barnes & Nobel poetry buyer.
Of course the great living poet Geoffrey Hill quite literally looms over my meager accomplishment, grimly, disapprovingly, awesomely.