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|