I walk on concrete, I walk on sand

1. My poem "Graffiti" is now online at Stone Telling. I love the illustration—it's a recent photograph, but it looks like a frame from Cocteau.

Of the other poems, right now I think I'm most struck by Sofia Samatar's "The Sand Diviner," Koel Mukherjee's "Sita Reflects," and Erik Amundsen's "The Lend," but I would also draw attention to time_shark's poetry review of Not One of Us #45, since that never happens. This magazine just keeps getting better. I'm sure eventually they'll plateau. The wolf will eat the sun.

2. Two announcements, upcoming.

On October 30th, I will be performing the first three of Fauré's Cinq mélodies de Venise (1891) as part of Music to Cure MS. This is the same venue where last year I sang the "Embroidery Aria" from Peter Grimes. If you're in the Arlington-or-plausible area, it will be worth your while to check it out.

On November 9th, I will be reading at the Norwich Free Academy as part of the library exhibit Emma Lazarus: Voice of Liberty, Voice of Conscience. It's an evening of Jewish poets; I'll post more information when I have it, but right now I'm just sorry I won't be close enough to attend their related film festival. There may be a, what do the kids call it, secret project involved.

3. Happy birthday, rose_lemberg! L'shanah tovah, everyone else!

I have now been a published poet for a full ten years.

Maybe it was that other song you sang

The afternoon's mail just brought me Not One of Us #46, containing my poems "Sheydim-tants" and "Cemetery Theater." It's a gigantic issue. There's a new murder ballad by Erik Amundsen and the heart of a beast by Patricia Russo, ghost-eating by Jeannelle Ferreira and an old tale by Rose Lemberg in new jewelry, true things about tourism and strange things about archaeology, monstrous children, memories, other things. I have to hold off on reading it for a little; my boring job. No matter. It's more of today.