When a poet sends you a package…

I got a package in the mail today from one of my favorite poets, Anne Caston. Wild woman of words, you can never predict what treasure Anne has carefully wrapped and taped and marked with your name and address. In the past she’s given me:

a mermaid

a beautiful handmade quilt top

hand dyed fabrics

her book of poems

copies of new poems

hand made soap


beautiful stationary


Before she left Alaska, she gave me a little charm of orange haired theatre woman. I hung it above my bed. A little bright spot on the wall, I think of it as an eccentric stenographer taking down my dreams in short hand.

So today, this was in my package:

Must obey the mug! (Incidentally, I'm on my 3rd cup of coffee!)

Must obey the mug! (Incidentally, I’m on my 3rd cup of coffee!)

The motherfucker mug looks good next to the mermaid, don’t you think?

Anne, if you’re reading this, THANK YOU!!!! I LOVE IT!!!!

And I know exactly what I’m supposed to be doing at all times.

And for the rest of you reading this, if you don’t know Anne’s work, click on the link above for some of her poems. Explore the terrain of  your own heart with her words. But be warned, Anne writes an unflinching truth and rarely provides safeguards in her poetry. That’s what makes her so brilliant.

Sunday Brunch at the Old Country Buffet


Madison, Wisconsin, 1996

Here is a genial congregation,
well fed and rosy with health and appetite,
robust children in tow. They have come
and all the generations of them, to be fed,
their old ones too who are eligible now
for a small discount, having lived to a ripe age.
Over the heaped and steaming plates, one by one,
heads bow, eyes close; the blessings are said.
Here there is good will; here peace
on earth, among the leafy greens, among the fruits
of the gardens of America’s heartland. Here is abundance,
here is the promised
land of milk and honey, out of which
a flank of the fatted calf, thick still
on its socket and bone, rises like a benediction
over the loaves of bread and the little fishes, belly-up in butter.

5 Comments on “When a poet sends you a package…

    • I absolutely love it! I had WAY TOO MANY cups of coffee in it to celebrate it today…. won’t be sleeping for a few hours, yet. I guess that means I should stay up and write like you know what! 🙂


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