There's no wind along these seas, so we must wake the white-ash breeze
My poem "Post-Millennial Augury Blues" was accepted last night by Through the Gate and is now online. It was written a few days after November's election, watching other people's responses and thinking about my own. Everyone wants to think they would have been heroic in the past, but everyone knows how the past turned out. You have to be heroic now, not knowing the ending of the story.
Toward that end, I baked oatmeal cookies with sour cherries, met Dean for tea in Harvard Square, and bought my husband a book for his birthday, which is tomorrow.
Toward that end, I baked oatmeal cookies with sour cherries, met Dean for tea in Harvard Square, and bought my husband a book for his birthday, which is tomorrow.

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"insomnia like an angel sitting at the end of my bed"
That one I know ;)
Oh, I love this sentiment. Yes, this!
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Oh, I love this sentiment. Yes, this!
Feel free to share! It is something I feel very strongly.
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I am really glad. Thank you.
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Also, happy birthday,
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Thank you. I'm sorry!
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Nine
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Yes!
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I feel very strongly about this!