[Chris O'Carroll]

A friend of hers from England sends the sad news that Ann Drysdale was found dead today, apparently having died in her sleep.

In her poem "She Writes Her Own Obituary", Ann imagined this sentence as the final message on a poet's screen:

"Spry she was, too, for such an old woman:
Could still turn a phrase like a chit of a girl."

Thank you, Annie, for all the well-turned phrases.