April 29th, 2010
The mayor of Pasadena, Bill Bogaard will be there at 1 pm and I know we will have a great time. Our press is right behind Vromans Bookstore and we will have flowers, candles, wine, cookies, cheese; it will be a party.
Last night was the award ceremony for Kingsley Tufts and Kate Tufts, the food was good, there were even raspberries afterward.
D.A. Powell won the Kingsley Tufts prize for Chronic which has to do with sadness and Beth Bachmann for Temper which has to do with the murder of her sister possibly by her father, although that’s never quite confirmed, but he doesn’t seem innocent either. He seems quite guilty, up against the wall.
Powell seemed relaxed, then almost ready to weep, then ready to fall in love, then weep again, at his table there was a boy so beautiful I wanted to weep, I never spoke to him.
Beth wore clothes you would wear to a cocktail party, very frosty chic, delicate short skirt and she read quickly and darkly. Her hair was about her face. We listened. Ron and Bianca and I leaned against the piano. Later they announced that I would join the final judges next year and be on that panel, Linda Gregerson announced it, looking like poets look once they become wise and angelic all at once, and Maureen said she would help me with flowers for the party and I was glad because I’m not good at arranging flowers, the night was cold and I wished for a longer skirt, and we came home to chaos, and then I called my ex husband and wished for more poetry in my life and more music and less chaos and more candles and more dreams.