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: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
- 2: I cannot feel it, the veil of black, a fine spray of white paint
- 3: I make sure there are hidden messages in my work
- 4: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 5: I'll stay out until my mind is like a clear glass
- 6: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 7: Pilgrimage, private life, mortality
- 8: My dream house is a negative space of rock
- 9: Your spirit watched me up the stairs
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