I am sitting in the living room of a beach house overlooking the Gulf Intracoastal Waterway, which has been traveling past the picture windows at a formidable clip. We had planned to spend the afternoon on the water, courtesy of the owner and her kayaks, but there ended up being a bit of rain and a lot of wind, so here I am reading poetry and scribbling letters instead…

and while I would likely enjoy the poems on the page advertising Carolyn Miller’s forthcoming book regardless of the setting, they fit this place and afternoon very well indeed.