tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post601947065915592671..comments2023-10-14T11:05:04.581-04:00Comments on Capitol Cougar: Sweet Baby Jesus, It's The Sort Of Annual Charity Poetry Contest AgainSally Wildehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-9199908703036268082013-01-22T06:53:56.666-05:002013-01-22T06:53:56.666-05:00Finally, the feast that follows the famine! Don&#...Finally, the feast that follows the famine! Don't know where to start w/ these great poems; I'm just sorry I was so busy in my life that I missed the contest.<br /><br />Beyond the arresting, crystalline energy of this one I feel I've finally identified your spiritual cousin. There's an epidermal wariness in your work that reminds me of Anne Sexton - "Someone once said: / Don't bite till you know / If it's bread or stone. / What I bite is all bread, / Rising, yeasty as a cloud." Your roots go as deep as hers, but in their own directions; I'd recognize one of your poems anywhere. I'll be reading these repeatedly whenever I need a breath of beauty. Thanks!Slothropnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2216178856677207859.post-65689915480507364602012-12-08T00:22:38.493-05:002012-12-08T00:22:38.493-05:00This comment has been removed by the author.Sally Wildehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14818000777385527996noreply@blogger.com