I'll send you this song from my room

[sovay]

This afternoon's mail brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #65, containing my poem "The Bargain." It is my first publication of the new year; it is an underworld poem with pomegranates and time and it is splendidly surrounded by the fiction and poetry of Alexandra Seidel, Steve Toase, Gwynne Garfinkle, Francesca Forrest, and Finn Clarke among others in an especially strong winter-themed issue. May it buy what it was written to.

spatch spent a heroic number of hours on the phone with bureaucracy this morning and afternoon, so we have ordered in dinner, dammit.

Comments

[ashlyme]

Congratulations! Enjoy dinner. *hugs*

[gwynnega]

I look forward to receiving my copy! (It always takes awhile longer to traverse the country.)

[selkie]

Damn the man and order the dinner! I am weeping into leftover pad thai myself (the weeping is only metaphorical at the moment). Strength to your bureaucracy-fightin' arm.

[yhlee]

Yay poem!

Enjoy the dinner! *support support*

[sovay]

Congratulations! Enjoy dinner.

Thank you! We did.

[sovay]

I look forward to receiving my copy! (It always takes awhile longer to traverse the country.)

I wish it speed! The state of the mail is such a crapshoot these days.

[sovay]

Damn the man and order the dinner!

We did! And someday, I hope, you too will be able to enjoy the fruits of the eggplant involtini with meat in.

I am weeping into leftover pad thai myself (the weeping is only metaphorical at the moment). Strength to your bureaucracy-fightin' arm.

And yours!

*hugs*

[sovay]

Yay poem!

Thank you!

Enjoy the dinner!

It was delicious! We ordered from a place we used to drop by all the time when spatch worked at the theater, which has fortunately not folded in the plague-wave of restaurant closings, and on that theory we should probably order from them more often when we can afford it.

[choco_frosh]

yay dinner! good luck with bureaucracy!

[sovay]

yay dinner! good luck with bureaucracy!

Thank you!