Past the publication of "The Creeping Influences" and some of the (positive!) reactions it has provoked on social media, today was actually, unexpectedly awful in ways I can't even make entertaining to read about, but it does make me happy to learn about about Neanderthal glue. I have trip books in the form of John le Carré's A Legacy of Spies (2017), Ruthanna Emrys' Winter Tide (2017), and an omnibus of five early novels by Margaret Millar. I just want to curl up and sleep for a week. Or not have to work for a month and get to write the lesbian pulp I have not been able to research since March. Or even a poem.
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- 1: Be my hand on the oar to row to eternity
- 2: Here we are in the summer rain again
- 3: I'm the left hand ticking on the timeless clock
- 4: To cormorant to samphire to plover
- 5: You're on, music master
- 6: Hope and anger in the ink and on the streets
- 7: Rewriting old excuses, delete the kisses at the end
- 8: In those days, I still believed in the future
- 9: At last she got acquainted with a rambling mad playactor
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