Toward Pink

I was driving toward pink sky this morning, horizontally split by strips of light. Feeling all kinds of joy, gratitude, hope, abundance. Tonight's the state volleyball championship, so thanks for those good wishes!

Tonight, also, Nina Corwin, the poet who sets up readings at Woman Made Gallery, will be in town reading for Re:Verse, at TheatresCool downtown. I've been looking forward to her visit but knew that this other good, good thing might be happening, and it is, so I send our local poets to hear her and to participate in the open mic!

I'm delighted to see Lizabeth VonSeipler, a fellow former RHINO editor, now on the masthead of Prick of the Spindle. Look for its spring issue to come out soon, and I'll have a new Poetry Cheerleader column up, reviewing Mather Schneider's book, He Took a Cab. I'm sure Lizabeth will remember Mather from RHINO, as he blew us away.

Lizabeth and I both might feel a pang at the phrase "early motto" in this sentence, about the Big Horn Blog, at the RHINO website: "Our blog is named after RHINO's early motto, 'The Little Magazine with the Big Horn.'" Early, eh? That wasn't so long ago!

But it's OK to be considered ancient when you still feel in the pink!