These walls, these walls keep closing in

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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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Good luck, and stay warm.

I trekked across the frozen wastes from Winter Hill to Inman and back to Ball Square. The first thing I did when derspatchel and I got out to dinner was order hot cocoa.