This is a weekend for certain artists to quietly pound away at multiple projects, though I will try to post a photo or two, here and there.
Now is also a good time for RRNN to check in. Emails are going awry and verses beg to be written.
I got a glimpse of the Strange Birds chapbook last night. I like what I saw. Gene Wolfe can write sweetness and light. Gene Wolfe can travel to very dark places. He says I sent him, this time.
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BTW - my mom told me tonight that "Poe's mail-order bride" arrived today :-)
The mistress calls; demands I write:
And so I labor, day and night.
With pages piled, and stacked on high,
I crouch and wait, for her reply.
For Death, or Midnight; Scottish Isle,
I hope to win a laugh or smile.
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