Deep, deep appreciation and admiration goes to Abigail Browning and Ray Crampton, for the tremendous job you guys are doing over at Tate Street Society, and for inviting me to come by last month and talk about Women Writers of the Triad, Sable Books, and some of the projects and work I’ve been honored to be a part of. (You can listen to the podcast here, if you are so inclined.)
What a generous interview and you do such a professional job. Thank you, thank you.
Also note that along with their literary interviews, In The Margins is also working on Robert Pinsky’s Favorite Poem project. Watch Sandra Beasley read one of my most favorite poems, Sonnet 43 (How Do I Love Thee), by Elizabeth Barrett Browning here.
Poems and loves forged during distance can be really powerful.
— Sandra Beasley
You can catch Sandra this Friday night at Scuppernong Books here in Greensboro, reading from her own work, Count the Waves, alongside Dan Albergotti and sponsored by Cave Wall. I’m looking forward to this. (NC Poetry Lovers: she’ll also be at Flyleaf this Thursday and at McIntyre’s Fine Books on Sunday.)
And along with being Managing Editor at Tate Street Society as well as an accomplished dancer and dance instructor, you can catch Abigail reading her poetry alongside Janice Fuller at Second Saturday at Tate Street Coffee House this weekend at 7:00pm. Open mic follows so bring a piece to share.
With a lush thunderstorm as backdrop, the reading July 1st at Scuppernong Books with Richard Krawiec, Debra Kaufman, Kevin Boyle, and Ralph Earle was wonderful — fun, engaging, relaxed — and we had a terrific crowd. All around, it was a beautiful evening.
Also a quick report that things here on the homefront are as difficult and beautiful as ever, but at the end of the day there is a back porch with a cross-breeze, a glass of wine, music coming from inside the house, and mostly blessings in the form of the amazing people who grace or touch our lives in their myriad ways — whose paths run somewhere near or right alongside mine — I am filled to spilling over with gratitude for you, especially my beloveds, who have my back or my children’s backs — who tell my children they are good people, those who welcome, inspire, and love them, who treat us like family — I thank you with my whole self. You know who you are.
With much love, always.
m.
