Ran/walked on treadmill for an hour listening to Latin jazz.
Ate a bunch of almond windmill cookies from Trader Joe’s and felt guilty.
Wrote a poem that did not give sense of elation when finished.
Spoke up about James Dickey in a seminar class about Anne Sexton. Wished I had kept mouth shut since I know zilch about Dickey.
Suffered slightly from engaging in idle, thoughtless gossip in copy room.
Vacuumed carpets and was pleased to see the canister fill up with dog hair.
Dreamed I had a discussion with a man about Auden after I had come in from being lost in a snow storm.
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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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LOL @ dog hair in the canister.
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