Shoot straight, you bastards—don't make a mess of it!

[sovay]

Ave atque vale, Edward Woodward. I have no idea what he was like in private life, but I will remember him always as a year-king or a soldier-poet, a sacrifice, and singing.

Eric and I are off to New York City in pursuit of The Red Shoes (1948). I think this will be a good thing.

My poem "Anakatabasis" has been accepted by Not One of Us.

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[clarionj.livejournal.com]

You're right, I should! With both the last issue of NOU and this one, I had hoped to write a review. Then I get busy with work and I read the issue in such a broken manner and lose my little notes and ... well, there you go. I just need to set aside the time!