Post a sentinel at the border of what you attempt, what you ignore

[sovay]

Independent of the eye-stinging secondhand smoke, today has been hot garbage for me, both of my husbands, and the mother of my godchild, which is not how anyone should spend Alan Turing's yahrzeit. Have a ghost poem for him which I had not previously encountered: Linda Bierds, "Evolution." I am forty-one years old, not yet close enough to my birthday to have outlived him, unimaginably closer than when I was sixteen. When Christopher Morcom was my age, he had been dead for twenty-three years.

Comments

[aurumcalendula]

oh no! *hugs*

Thank you for linking to that poem (I hadn't run across it before either)

[selkie]

Someone found our banner in a park, taped it, and returned it to the building! I mean, it's got slashes in it, but we're known for several city blocks as That Place with the Huge Gay Banner!

[gwynnega]

I am sorry about the crumminess for all concerned. I'm sure the smoky air does not help!

[theseatheseatheopensea]

I'm sorry for the hot garbage day--may tomorrow be better, or at least not as bad! And thank you for sharing that ghost poem (I don't know if poetry can fix anything, but it's comforting, and that definitely counts, right?)

[radiantfracture]

A beautifully woven poem -- thank you. But I am sorry about all the bad days at once under the smoke.