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Can you see out past the veil?
Rabbit, rabbit! The way the light suddenly clarifies around this time of year: in the mornings, autumn.
My poem "The Voice of the Cards" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It is the poem I wrote on my phone with Autolycus sleeping on me; it owes a significant debt to the opera from which it takes its title, Peter Maxwell Davies' The Lighthouse (1979).
August was rough. I am not yet sure that September is going to be less so. I have a book and I am beginning to hear that people are enjoying it, which is important.
My poem "The Voice of the Cards" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It is the poem I wrote on my phone with Autolycus sleeping on me; it owes a significant debt to the opera from which it takes its title, Peter Maxwell Davies' The Lighthouse (1979).
August was rough. I am not yet sure that September is going to be less so. I have a book and I am beginning to hear that people are enjoying it, which is important.