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It pours out of my hands, it seeps into the grass

The mail just brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #74, containing my poem "Drained." It's the one I wrote last summer thinking about peat bogs and global warming, dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney and incorporating a prompt from Corvyn Appleby by way of

radiantfracture. The rest of the slim, appropriately imagistic issue shades its palette around stories and poems by Marissa Lingen, Sarah McCall, Jennifer Crow, Alexandra Seidel, and more. In the bookending photography of John Stanton, a wasp leads, a crow follows. Check it out! It arrives with ironic timeliness for my feelings about breathable atmospheres, having woken this morning to chemical smoke roiling through our apartment from whatever the contractor in the basement was doing to our heating system. He apologized, which we appreciated. I coughed for hours.

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That means my copy should arrive soon (for current values of soon)! I am excited.

I am also sorry about the smoke.

having woken this morning to chemical smoke roiling through our apartment

I really don't see this catching on as an alarm clock!

I look forward to my subscriber's copy!

This morning I was irked to be woken by the sound a leaf blower at 8:30 a.m., but now I see it could have been so much worse. Yeesh.

I really don't see this catching on as an alarm clock!

I wouldn't repeat the experience!

That means my copy should arrive soon (for current values of soon)! I am excited.

All our outstanding packages arrived yesterday, so perhaps it heralds some kind of thaw in the mail! Fingers crossed.

I am also sorry about the smoke.

Thank you. It seems to have knocked me out for the remainder of the day and I am displeased.

I look forward to my subscriber's copy!

Come on, USPS!

This morning I was irked to be woken by the sound a leaf blower at 8:30 a.m., but now I see it could have been so much worse. Yeesh.

Thank you, although I have to say that leaf blowers are still pretty awful, especially at eight-thirty a.m!