I am returned from New York City. I went for the weekend with my parents, my brother, and his fiancée; there should be a post about the trip tomorrow. For now, because I am sleepless, I note only that that the revival of South Pacific was terrific (and we were lucky enough to see the last night of the complete original cast), I need to spend more time at the Museum of Modern Art, and four of my poems seem to have been nominated for the 2009 Rhysling Award: "Autopoiesis" (Lone Star Stories #26), "Cherries in Winter" (Goblin Fruit #8), "Logos" (Lone Star Stories #29), and "The Devourer" (Mythic Delirium #19).
ericmarin,
tithenai and
mer_moon,
time_shark, thank you, all of you. Daylight Savings Time? No love, thank you. Goodnight.
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- 1: To the green field by the sea
- 2: Make me a wreck as I come back and spare me as I'm going
- 3: Did you see the closing window? Did you hear the slamming door?
- 4: Keeping time on the kingfisher's climb
- 5: Because brick-braided alleys make steep, sleeping valleys seem level and clear
- 6: Don't look round, but I think we're taking off
- 7: Sing the praise of Alexander, he's no use to me
- 8: The hedges and fields are clothed all around with several sorts of green
- 9: Chinatown, London Underground, you know it all sounds good to me
- 10: Take us roaming in the gloaming, your Ross rifle by your side
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