I usually have a starkly unsentimental view of death. But the passing of Shannon has made me sadder than any death in recent memory. I only saw her once, in Vancouver, when she had me literally banging on the balcony railing from the shock of her words. I remember thinking how much Laura would have loved her. We talk a lot about women in poetry
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Funny thing about us poets is that even one poem, one moment, is enough to make you love somebody. Though I was only a livejournal friend for the most part, the moment I met her, in one of her finest moments as a poet, back in Vancouver, was enough to cast a memory of her that's completely indelible. I think you must have done good.
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