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.

Comments

[sovay]

Good luck, good luck! How did it go?

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.

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

Fingers and toes crossed for you.

Nine

[aedifica]

Ooh. *Very* good luck to you!

[sovay]

*Very* good luck to you!

Thank you. I am trying not to hope.