You may have already seen this, but:
Charlotte Observer article on Wendy Waite's collected works.
Wendy Waite wrote the best modern form poem I've ever read - I think it was a sonnet, about hitting puberty, and taking snarky comments from bullies with a brave face. I heard that, read aloud, and immediately wondered why Wendy wasn't the Queens College poet laureate.
A $25 donation to the Wendy Waite Scholarship Fund should get you a copy of the book, being self-published by her husband. I'm getting one.
12:12 PM, EST, Ada, OH, "I'm BACK... I'm back in the saddle again"
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