Like a diamond running 'cross my skies

Despite the necessity of structuring my day around an urgent care appointment for an earache, I had a really nice one. In the afternoon, I met spatch on his way to work and we picked up lunch from the Happy Crab: fried scallops and oysters, which we ate down the street at the metal tables of Lou Ann David Park. I had somehow missed that the mural around the back of the former Powder House Community School starts off the history of Somerville with dinosaurs. In the evening, rushthatspeaks came over and we tried to order from Mamaleh's so that we could have corned beef for dinner in a form which we both enjoy, but it transpired that the restaurant's internet was down and their phone with it, so we ordered instead from the Pokeworks in Davis Square and watched Kogonada's Columbus (2017), a chill, contemplative, beautifully framed and colored meditation on modernist architecture bracketed by people's lives; recommended even for viewers who would like to dynamite Boston City Hall. I have also been alerted to the one-time existence of Cartrivision. My plan for the rest of the night is to faceplant.

The dry grass in the paths of dust

My poem "Drained" has been accepted by Not One of Us. I wrote it in the late summer following a conversation with my mother about a radio program she had heard on peat bogs and global warming. It is dedicated to the memory of Seamus Heaney and was additionally influenced by an accidental prompt from radiantfracture in the form of a line from Corvyn Appleby's Pull Me from the Earth (2021): "What parts of your body have fallen away? Do you miss them?" As noted on their current and temporary website, NOU has been having internet hassles but is still quite extant: you should be sending them work. They remain my market of longest standing and each new issue never fails to delight and/or disturb me. Most often and.