I've buried my heart in a ferny hill

[sovay]

My poems "The Golem in Flight" and "Cryptogamy" have been accepted by Not One of Us. Of which the fall issue should be appearing shortly, so watch this (among others) space.

There was a decomposing mouse in the summer kitchen yesterday. Its fur was clumped like grass clippings; its tail splayed against the cement. I thought at first it was a clot of dead leaves, but not after I could see the thin limbs. I don't know why it should feel seasonal, of a piece with walking down Trapelo Road this afternoon in paling sunlight, eating a nectarine, but it does. It was tidied away with a plastic bag, buried unceremoniously in the trash. The next one I will apologize to.

I owe schreibergasse a meme.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Trapelo Road! I lived there in grad school... well, on a road right off it.

I found the exact same mouse near our peach tree. That's strange, isn't it, the same decomposing mouse like a clot of dead leaves in two different locations.

So glad about your poems!

[sovay]

Trapelo Road! I lived there in grad school... well, on a road right off it.

Heh. Since you no longer live there, may I ask where?

That's strange, isn't it, the same decomposing mouse like a clot of dead leaves in two different locations.

It's seasonal after all . . .

So glad about your poems!

Thank you! I am not displeased myself.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

It was just for a year: 673 Belmont Street :-)

After that, it was Willow Street in Cambridge, and then the inestimable Holden Green on the Cambridge/Somerville line.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

"...in paling sunlight, eating a nectarine..."

The autumnal goddess, clearly, who devours the sun that another might grow. And the mouse? The summer lord, mown down at harvest...

So glad you like the music. It's a cracking track for October.

Nine

[sovay]

The autumnal goddess, clearly, who devours the sun that another might grow. And the mouse? The summer lord, mown down at harvest...

I have now a wholly indefensible impulse to write a poem about Apollo Smintheus called "John Barleymouse."

So glad you like the music. It's a cracking track for October.

Cold seas, wild fall, odd corners in on history: it's good stuff.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

"John Barleymouse"? Oh, I want that! Squeak!

Nine

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Me too, me too!

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Congratulations on the acceptances.

Poor mouse, but I love your descriptions.

[sovay]

Congratulations on the acceptances.

Thank you!