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: I might fail math if you don't move your shoulder
- 2: My old body that you buried with the mud and the timber
- 3: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 4: Out in space, coast to coast
- 5: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 6: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 7: To the green field by the sea
- 8: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 9: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 10: Am I lost inside my mind?
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