My poem "Migration" has been accepted by Lone Star Stories. It was the next-to-last poem to be written in New Haven, an experiment which I am still fond of. I suppose it's only suitable it should find a home after I've come here.
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shmeislin and other miscreants and I will be at the Boston Lyric Opera for their matinée of Les contes d'Hoffmann, one of my favorite operas I have never (except as translated by Powell and Pressburger) seen. shmeislin is in fact the person responsible for introducing me to it, about six months after I'd discovered the historical E.T.A. Hoffmann. All my favorite authors should be so lucky as to have weird operas written about them.
Coconuts: the geodes of cuisine. I am sure there are more gracious ways of eating one than with a chisel and a screwdriver, but are they anywhere near as fun?
Rush tickets and the creek don't rise, in a little over twelve hours
shmeislin and other miscreants and I will be at the Boston Lyric Opera for their matinée of Les contes d'Hoffmann, one of my favorite operas I have never (except as translated by Powell and Pressburger) seen. shmeislin is in fact the person responsible for introducing me to it, about six months after I'd discovered the historical E.T.A. Hoffmann. All my favorite authors should be so lucky as to have weird operas written about them.Coconuts: the geodes of cuisine. I am sure there are more gracious ways of eating one than with a chisel and a screwdriver, but are they anywhere near as fun?
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