Rabbit, rabbit! My poems "The Credo of Loplop" and "Sibylline" have been accepted by Uncanny Magazine. The first is a ghost poem for Max Ernst, written for
ashlyme; the second is a ghost poem for Vergil, written for
selkie. It delights me beyond words that the Criterion Channel has lent its prestige to the nigh-indescribable Ruritanian Olympic WTF of Million Dollar Legs (1932). Meanwhile the news is the news and my day started and ended with doctors; I am going to lie down.
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- 1: Can't I take my own binoculars out?
- 2: It's only eight, right?
- 3: If it's a moment in time, how come it feels so long?
- 4: It's time to change partners again
- 5: אַ ניקל פֿאַר זיי, אַ ניקל פֿאַר מיר
- 6: אמתע מעשׂה, אמתע מעשׂה
- 7: But the soft and lovely silvers are now falling on my shoulder
- 8: Is this your name or a doctor's eye chart?
- 9: And they won't thank you, they don't make awards for that
- 10: No one who can stand staying landlocked for longer than a month at most
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