Friday, March 7, 2014

March 7: Gratitude Number Three

I don't really have to struggle this afternoon to find something for which to be grateful.

After my meeting this morning with the hospital's human resources director, I went to my office at the university.  I was feeling mighty low.  I was ready to break into a verse of "Ol' Man River."  Then, I opened my e-mail.

Waiting for me was a communication from the editor of the Dunes Review.  A couple months ago, I entered the William J. Shaw Memorial Prize for Poetry sponsored by this publication.  Before I clicked on the message, I thought to myself, "OK, here it comes.  'Thanks for submitting your shitty poems, but we hated them.'  Or something like that."

Well, it turns out that I took third place in the contest, which means publication and a cash prize.  I must say that the news lifted my spirits a little bit.  I really needed it.

Saint Marty will save the Show Boat tunes for another day.

I'll do my Paul Robeson impersonation another day

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