These walls, these walls keep closing in
My poem "The Wearing Season" is now online at Through the Gate. It is a small but very fine issue, the rest of the TOC being Bogi Takács and Rose Lemberg. This is the poem I wrote during the dress rehearsals for Tomes of Terror: New Arrivals in October, which surprised me considerably: usually I need solitude. I suppose it is one of the ghost poems, even without any names.
I am looking at three apartments today, in a crazed webwork of buses. Wish me luck and not a lot of frostbite.
I am looking at three apartments today, in a crazed webwork of buses. Wish me luck and not a lot of frostbite.
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Good luck with the apartment search. Stay warm, have tea during and after.
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I think they make a really nice triptych!
Good luck with the apartment search. Stay warm, have tea during and after.
Thank you. It turned out to be faster to walk all over Somerville in the sub-freezing cold than to attempt the crazed webwork of buses: I caught one and otherwise there was a lot of Scott of the Antarctic. Probably not coincidentally, I am drinking some very hot tea.
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(I am drinking tea again this morning. I drink a lot of tea. It's hot.)
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There was a little shop in NY, in the Lower East Side, that was divine for loose leaf tea. It smelled so extraordinarily good, and there was always hot tea when you came in from the cold and tea flowers blooming in small glass teapots. Tea is soothing.
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On the subject of which, good luck with the apartment hunt.
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I looked at all three, but the first is the one I want. Now I wait and see if they want me.
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Thank you. That is a good benison.
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I will let you know what happens!
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Good luck with the apartment(s)!
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Thank you! Tell
Good luck with the apartment(s)!
I may have had some. I am waiting to find out.
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I wish you great good luck and no frostbite at all.
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Thank you. I am pleased that something I wrote while six people were being part of a subway crash in front of me actually turned out publishable, in addition to good.
I wish you great good luck and no frostbite at all.
It was a close thing, but I still have all my fingers.
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You're welcome. I'm pleased that you're pleased.
It was a close thing, but I still have all my fingers.
I'm delighted that you've still got them. I hope that the apartment which you like will work out for you.
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I found a place I adore and want to live and have told the current tenants so and now I have to wait until next weekend for them to see all the other people who have made appointments. I have no guarantees. I am going to try not to stress out. It's something I really, really want and they are not realtors; I shall wait.
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Thank you. I am trying not to hope.
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I trekked across the frozen wastes from Winter Hill to Inman and back to Ball Square. The first thing I did when
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Good luck with your apartment search!
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Thank you.
Good luck with your apartment search!
I hope I have!
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Thank you. I believe at this point I hope.
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Likewise!
(And good to know who you are on LJ, too! Hello.)
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Thank you!
(So go forth and write!)
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*will take any karma in that direction I can get right now*