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She's wrapped him in her coat so warm and she has brought him home
Rabbit, rabbit.
My poem "Last Letters" has been accepted by Through the Gate. It was written after reading this article about the failure of the War Office to deliver the last letters of World War I soldiers to their loved ones until generations after their deaths; that seemed unconscionable to me. It will be published now in the centenary year. I hope we can do better by their memories than we did by their dying.
There was ham for New Year's, sweetly glazed and pinned with cloves and pineapple. There was the rest of the metheglin. There was serious comfort food in the form of noodles and cheese. There was going to be chocolate fondue, but nobody had the room; those of us who wanted dessert settled for plum pudding and those who didn't settled for a nap.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
schreibergasse gave me a squid hat. I'll post photos as soon as I can get them off my mother's camera. We have agreed that "Squid Hat and Seal Feet" sounds like the beginning of my inevitable metamorphosis into a seagoing creature.
There is supposed to be a snowstorm tomorrow. I am wondering how much of it I can simply spend curled up in bed, resting. There hasn't been a lot of calm time lately. I have all these books.derspatchel is warm. I think it would be a good omen for the year.
[edit] Squid hat!
As promised. Photo by Rob. I like it.
My poem "Last Letters" has been accepted by Through the Gate. It was written after reading this article about the failure of the War Office to deliver the last letters of World War I soldiers to their loved ones until generations after their deaths; that seemed unconscionable to me. It will be published now in the centenary year. I hope we can do better by their memories than we did by their dying.
There was ham for New Year's, sweetly glazed and pinned with cloves and pineapple. There was the rest of the metheglin. There was serious comfort food in the form of noodles and cheese. There was going to be chocolate fondue, but nobody had the room; those of us who wanted dessert settled for plum pudding and those who didn't settled for a nap.
schreibergasse gave me a squid hat. I'll post photos as soon as I can get them off my mother's camera. We have agreed that "Squid Hat and Seal Feet" sounds like the beginning of my inevitable metamorphosis into a seagoing creature.There is supposed to be a snowstorm tomorrow. I am wondering how much of it I can simply spend curled up in bed, resting. There hasn't been a lot of calm time lately. I have all these books.
derspatchel is warm. I think it would be a good omen for the year.[edit] Squid hat!
As promised. Photo by Rob. I like it.
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I'm glad the New Year's meal was comforting and filling and all such good things. I'm looking forward to the photographs of the squid hat, especially as I can't quite imagine such a thing and am therefore imagining its epicness instead.
I wish you and yours all manner of good omens for the year.
And I just realised you're listening to Anaïs Miller and Jefferson Hamer. I like that album, which I got from Jefferson at the last Murphy Beds concert, in part because I'd already got the Murphy Beds CD from Éamon when I saw him backing up Kathleen Conneely. Which is a far too tangled way of getting round to saying that I like Jefferson Hamer's work and am curious if you've also heard him in The Murphy Beds.
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Thank you! Likewise.
(Photo of squid hat now included.)