“Cachexia of Time,” a new/recent poem, has been named a finalist for the Stephen Dunn Poetry Prize. Everything labeled new or recent means “since my Henry passed” in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Yes, I knew he was passing even though he refused to see it that way, but I had no idea what an extraordinary shift/rift/interstice it would make in my sense of many things—but here, I mean time. Please do not read this as sadness. I am joyous every day. I continue to be grateful for every minute on this journey. And grateful that this particular poem rose up for this honor.
