Lost in Transcription - October 2008

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1st: 02:57 pm: As of today, I've been living in England for exactly three years. — 34 comments
3rd: 04:23 pm: I'm so restless today I could crawl out of my skin. That means I'll be up writing till 3 AM. — 26 comments
4th: 10:43 am: Cruise Photo-Dump #1: Pictures With People In — 18 comments; 11:11 am: Run to read this, and don't you dare walk. Your life depends on it. — 14 comments; 01:10 pm: Declaring Our Independence — 29 comments; 07:36 pm: Oh, it's been too long since I've watched this! — 16 comments
5th: 09:06 pm: Garlands: Words & Lithographs — 14 comments
7th: 03:11 pm: Well, there goes my vote - off in the post! — 21 comments
9th: 06:57 pm: I find it kind of ironic... — 16 comments
11th: 04:30 pm: Paris! — 32 comments
16th: 04:53 pm: Here's a photo of James and me in Père Lachaise: — 29 comments
17th: 09:37 am: Your headlines for today: — 22 comments
18th: 09:21 pm: This might be worth doing for posterity. — 27 comments
22nd: 10:33 pm: On the subject of Undecideds: — 29 comments; 10:45 pm: Pushcart Prize Nomination — 10 comments
25th: 11:51 am: I'm sick, but it's not the kind of sick I'd expect this time of year. — 11 comments; 12:27 pm: Read this. If it doesn't make you mad, then I've got nothin'. — 39 comments
27th: 10:30 pm: Are we there yet? — 13 comments; 11:45 pm: You learn something new every day - but I'm not usually this gobsmacked when I do! — 59 comments
29th: 10:00 pm: This isn't even organized chaos. It's just chaos. — 12 comments
30th: 10:35 am: This is all kinds of amazing: — 14 comments
31st: 10:04 am: No, my activism does not take holidays off! — 9 comments

WORKS ON THE WEB

Strong Verse: The Damage Done / One If by Land / Not Eden

Farrago's Wainscot: Cold Covers / Four Last Things

Gold Wake Press: Dead Zones

elimae: Diptych

Behind the Wainscot: Liberty

Unlined: The Ending

* For a full list of publication credits in poetry and fiction, see my profile.

MANIFESTO

Unrepentant insomniac, medievalist-in-training, published writer, armchair anarchist, & tea addict. Any questions?

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Chronicler's Hymn

I remember then and now. What I recall
is the cold, how it crept into my fingers
as they cramped upon the keys. And those
words I loosed upon the unsuspecting
air with only you to hear were all the joy
I could afford. For the young and the dying,
the old and the prying, I'd have sought it
some long while, far longer than I shouted
that these sorrows were enough. I thought,

There will come a day when this is done,
and though I may not be the one to end it,
I will have seen it through:

I will have fought.

* From my first full collection, Lost Books, which is forthcoming from Flipped Eye Press in late 2009.

BOTHERATION

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