Waiting for my man to get back from work. I wonder what he will bring home today. Seriously, the only reason I'm up to date on my reading is because he works in bookstores and brings home exclusivities... I just finished Peter Adolfsen's Machine, which was pretty freaking excellent. It was tiny, compact, and very lyrical.
The following has nothing to do with any of those characteristics.
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I should have known there was copper in your pocket
by the way magpies always followed.
When you move, everything cocks its head.
You don’t notice, but things unwind to hear you.
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Also, CHIZILL EVERYBODY HAPPY JUHANNUS YEAH. Now go drink some sahti and try not to get an upset stomach. <3
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hey niina- it's gina. have i mentioned how much i fucking LOVE your poems? they are breath-taking, really. i like yr bloggy, too. p.s. regularly posted submission calls for various journals & contests @ birdsoflace.livejournal.com
xo
I am glad you liked them! I was beginning to worry...
I added birdsoflace on my LJ that I never update (eyemakeup) -- but I'll also add it to my list of links here.
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