So we finally figured out a vacation date. Mom got us a condo in Cocoa Beach for a week--farther down the beach, so we're farther from Ron Jon's, but we're much closer to Jack Baker's, so it evens out. I'd be absolutely psyched, except.

We leave on July 20th. Of all the days in the whole damn summer. That means that at midnight on July 21, we will ( Read more... )

The veil is a door. Unknown and unfound, secreted away in the deepest vaults of the Department of Mysteries. A stone--

(a leaf)

(a rose)

--an unfound door, arch and veil and soft silent darkness from which there is no return.

The veil is death; they were right about that. But it is more than that, as well--dust and ash, decline and rebirth, grief and ( Read more... )

I love book-sales. Love love love love love them. In an hour and a half, I got fourteen books for $20. Including half a dozen poetry anthologies, a few books of literary criticism, X-Wing: Rogue Squadron, and an anthology of homosexual verse that is so going to be a source for my thesis. It's got a perfect Whitman poem that I hadn't read before, ( Read more... )