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1. What poem of yours are you most proud of? (Post it.)

A Winter City

It was raining then, cold and grey
drops darkening the sidewalks.

The radiator was broken,
and we wore our coats everywhere,
tiptoeing into little shops
lit with yellow incandescence,
tensed and waiting, pretending to belong
until we were told to leave;

riding the Piccadilly line out to Acton and back
on the strength of our day passes
because the vents under the seats
blew tropical air on our calves.

We scrabbled for pence in our pockets
and bought cheese sandwiches and hot chocolate
under the great iron roof at Paddington Station,
which cradled us and every other traveler in its arch.

We were no travelers, though,
at least not to Oxford or Bristol,
Exeter or Penzance, far-away western places.
Bellies mostly full and slightly warmer,
we were reluctant returnees
to the steaming subways and the rain-dark streets
where the wind lurked between tall buildings,
waiting to slice through my stockings,
leech heat from my uncovered neck.

We will never be this young again--
walking through a winter-sad city,
dazzled by stonework and foreign signs.
We will never be together like this again,
observing that the sun sets here
well before afternoon tea.


2. Who, what, and where do you want to be in the year 2030?

A respected, tenured or tenture-track professor at either a college much like Kenyon (for the small town life) or at a large university (for the extra time and funding for research), and, perhaps, a part-time sci-fi/fantasy writer or poet on the side. I'd like to work part time on some kind of Kenyon Reviewish publication. I'd like to live out west--perhaps California, New Mexico, or Oregon. Then again, somewhere like the Chapel Hill area in NC wouldn't be bad either. I want to be the type of person who takes dogs on long, wooded walks in the fall, writes through the winter, takes pictures of flowers in the spring, and reads genre fiction all summer.

3. Tell me five things you want to do before turning twenty-five.

i. Finish this colony planet/governess story that's taken over my brain.
ii. Go on a long walk from one end to the other of the park in the Knoxville neighboorhood I'm moving to.
iii. Take at least two day trips to the mountains.
iv. Write a really amazing seminar or term paper.
v. Join a decent choir (where "decent" = "one where the director isn't insane").

4. If you were a superhero, what would your secret weakness be?

If you play country music within my hearing, I become catatonic.

5. What is the most beautiful thing in the world?

Home, after a terrible day.

Date: 2008-06-24 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rivrea.livejournal.com
This is really a beautiful poem. Very impressive.

Is it too late for me, by the way, to get five interview questions from you?

Date: 2008-06-24 09:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] pezprez.livejournal.com
Yeah, hit me too... I need an excuse to post.

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