My Historian

My Historian, when he finds himself suddenly awake in the middle of the night, likes to smack the radio on his bedside table with the hope that whatever sounds come out of it will somehow lull him back to sleep. When those sounds are the weather and traffic, his strategy works fairly well. But when, as happened the other night, he finds himself actually responding to an event or story, he only lies awake longer, listening, evaluating, and pulling the covers away from my deeply sleeping back, trying to remember and interpret every detail so that he can narrate it all back to me the moment my eyes open in the morning.

Fortunately for My Historian and me, Studio 360 puts their content online. So today, sitting on the couch with My Historian and his laptop, I got to hear the full story of My Poet/My Novelist as told by the poet, Averill Curdy, and the novelist, Naeem Murr, themselves. A wonderful piece. (Though, admittedly, My Historian had summed it up pretty well already -- footnotes still to come.) 

Novelist Naeem Murr and poet Averill Curdy define each other on Studio 360.