So, yesterday I entered this.
And, today, I humbly--and here I think of Wilbur--accept my award: one pound of Bristol Farms very best butcher counter bacon, hand-delivered by the contest's gracious host.
Woohoo! I'm having a bacon party!
I've never quite won an award like this for my poetry. I can't wait to inform my long-suffering husband that--despite his protestations to the contrary--my chosen career path can indeed bring home the bacon.
Thank you!
"Pastries for a salt-toothed girl." It's pretty irresistible. So simple yet so evocative and precise. Can I give you the bacon at the breakfast? It will in March during my spring break (I teach at CSULA). I have to figure out when our group grading day is before I can set a specific date.
ReplyDeleteThe bacon poem is delicious.
ReplyDeleteI am all about appropriation.
I was excited to see Blue Wind.
I want to write an oulipo.
I can't seem to do something right when commenting on your blog. All of
my comments have disappeared. I just wanted to let you know I am
reading and appreciating.
: )
Tracie
Bacon poetry is rekindling my love affair with the written word.
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