C: Children. The movie Crash. Cherry Slurpees. Charlie Rose. Cleaning products.
D: Dance. Daisies.
E: Elephants (the real kind, not the "GOP" kind) . The next Editor who accepts some of my work. Evolution.
G: Louise Glück's chapbook-length poem, October. Gorillas.
H: Honeysuckle. Half Nelson.
I: Irony. Ice. Especially the polar-ice-cap kind.
J: Jezebel, one of my cats.
K: Kevin, Claire, and Caroline, as sweet as they are adorable, as redemptive as they are sweet.
N: Neko Case's Blacklisted. "No."
P: Photography. 'Like the heartbreaking, beautiful photo at the top of this post, by Bobby Diba. Postal mail. Perri. Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry. My sweetsouled Po-blog-com, especially Michi, Nic, and Jehanne. My Pittsburgh Steelers.
Q: Queen Riley.
R: Rubyfruit Lulu (one of my two cats). Raising Sand by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss.
S: Stephanie, who shares life boats with me. Stephanie who waited tables with me, went to college with me, went from Pennsylvania to Montana, and all the states in between, with me, and all the way back with me, and somewhere in the Dakotas taught me how to pee outside. Stephanie, who, after I moved and moved again and we lost touch with each other, googled me and emailed me, life boat in tact. Sinead O'Connor's She who dwells in the secret place of the most high shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
T: Trees. This Clumsy Living, by Bob Hicok.
V: Van Morrison.
W: Warmth. Wilco.
Z: Zevon, not here long enough, but here more than most.
TO BE CONTINUED