2005-10-05

Nothing new since the last time you checked.

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"Off in the darkness hourses moved restlessly"
— a typo in Clifford Simak's A Heritage of Stars


We believed they were horses; and so
we saddled up, we rode expectantly
through the long day and into the night.
Then we dismounted; and slept; and still
they continued to carry us
—the hours. They wouldn't stop.
They carried us clean away.

-- Albert Goldbarth



When You Tell Me

When you tell me I
should keep the house
and furniture, the air
inside the car is like
the breath a woman holds,
breaking eggs against
a bowl or listening
for the sound of shoes
in the bedroom, the closet
door closing where her
husband has just
stood, choosing a tie.

-- Laurie Lamon

2005-10-03

Because you, oh gentle readers, are such a small group, I can say:

I love you. Shana Tova.