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Am I thinkable in the USSR?
My poem "A Bulgakov Headache" has been accepted by Stone Telling. It was inspired by and partly written during a migraine I had in February—I'd heard ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rose_lemberg refer to them once as "Bulgakov headaches," which only made sense. I class it among the ghost poems, of which I really need to write a final one so I can send the collection somewhere. I need to sleep enough first. Also, irony, stop having this headache.
Current music courtesy of Bogi Takács, who also provides a translation.
My brother was twenty-eight today. My parents now have a fire pit in their back yard. We set up chairs after dinner and watched bats flutter like barnstormers against the water-blue sky.
rose_lemberg refer to them once as "Bulgakov headaches," which only made sense. I class it among the ghost poems, of which I really need to write a final one so I can send the collection somewhere. I need to sleep enough first. Also, irony, stop having this headache.Current music courtesy of Bogi Takács, who also provides a translation.
My brother was twenty-eight today. My parents now have a fire pit in their back yard. We set up chairs after dinner and watched bats flutter like barnstormers against the water-blue sky.
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& a happy birthday to your brother.
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Thank you!
& a happy birthday to your brother.
I shall tell him.