Like I told a woman in the bar the other night: NO, I am NOT 'young at heart!' Like there's something wrong with being OLD!
When you're young, celebrate youth! When you're old, celebrate all the accidents of fate that got you that far. All or nothin! The whole way, start to finish, womb to the grave. And if at the end the only thing left that moves is your little toe,--do a damn toe dance that'll make people stand up n' shout n' clap!
... as for that award: money's overrated. But I'll let you stand me for a glass of wine! And if you want to publish this MS of poems and my novel, lets talk!