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About a week and a half ago, my students (which are mostly literary magazine staff, and also English club staff, and also Sigma Tau Delta staff…what don’t they do??) were so kind as to throw a little book release party for me, in my favorite place of all, the library.
A few of my students read some of their own poetry—it is amazing how talent runs rampant in the tiniest of Georgia towns—then I read a few poems too.
We had about fifteen or so people show up. cake was eaten, books were signed.
Honestly, I had been a weepy and confused mess all day. Having my book in my hand was too much for me and I didn’t know how to react to it. as an introvert, going to a party was not my idea of “recovery” time.
But it did turn out to be just that. I love my student-writers—I feel like they are my poet-children—and I love celebrating poetry. I left the book release party having sold a few books (always nice) but more importantly, feeling warmly supported and encouraged.
So thank you for celebrating with me.
Renee Emerson 
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