Down to the corner store and right back up the stairs

I remain unsuccessful in my hunt for Orcadian poetry; even the Grolier Poetry Book Shop came up empty-handed. I am going to have to resort to libraries. On the silver lining, my poem "A Promise from the Sea" (written for seajules) has been accepted by Goblin Fruit, my poem "Evighed" has been bumped up from issue 16 of Electric Velocipede to issue 14, which will come out at Wiscon, and Kendall Evans sent me a copy of his verse drama In Deepspace Shadows, for which I provided a blurb. (The short version: it's beautiful. Who was the last major dramatist who wrote in blank verse, Christopher Fry? We need more of this stuff.) And this morning I saw my dear friend who does not have a livejournal, and shortly I will be seeing Atonement with ericmvan and his friend Larry, and last night I baked banana bread. This weekend, Copenhagen at the ART. It could always (Tell them move in!) be worse.