As many of you know, I’m working on my second collection of poetry, this time about Mary Magdalene, entitled appropriately enough, The Magdalene Poems. Been working on it for over two years now. Well, a little while ago I started reading Anita Shreve’s excellent book, The Weight of Water, one of the finest books I’ve read in a long time, and I’m eating up every page until I get to page 70-71 and read this: When Thomas came back into the room, I turned automatically to him to ask him who called. His face was haggard – thin and papery around his eyes. He blinked, as though he were emerging from a movie theater into the bright sun. He named a prize any poet in America might covet. It was for The Magdalene Poems, a series of fifty-six poems it had taken my husband eight years to write. (!!!!!)
Now I ask you folks, WHAT ARE THE ODDS??!!
