These walls, these walls keep closing in

[sovay]

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.

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[three-magpies.livejournal.com]

Lovely poem and lovely issue!

Good luck with the apartment search. Stay warm, have tea during and after.

[sovay]

Lovely poem and lovely issue!

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.

[three-magpies.livejournal.com]

Glad you were able to get warm after. Any luck with the places you saw?

[sovay]

Any luck with the places you saw?

See reply to aedifica and others—I found somewhere amazing, but I won't be the only person who thinks so, and now I just have to wait and hope the household remembers me well.

(I am drinking tea again this morning. I drink a lot of tea. It's hot.)

[three-magpies.livejournal.com]

Ah, good luck indeed! Fingers crossed for you.

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.

[rinue.livejournal.com]

This may be my favorite thing of yours I've read (which is high praise); it strikes very close to home.

On the subject of which, good luck with the apartment hunt.