We Are All Of Us Stuffed With Fear

The hero is the man who stuffs it by the handfuls in & aches for more. The hero is silent except for teeth knocking teeth. I was a hero early in the morning. I want none of this heroism tonight.

He realizes he has not yet
spoken, he has put the silent burden of his feelings
on your throat. He does not speak and cannot.
--Frank

The post brings missives of near-misses & yes’s from rivers near & far.

Congratulations to Richard for his Publishing Triangle Award. Our spies were in attendance (carefully blending in with the New School décor) & sighted no Siken. Charles Flowers assured the audience, however, that Richard would be in New York in June. We’re monitoring the situation.

And yes, our own missives are being exchanged with Quad Cities. Manhattan, Arlington Heights, & Raleigh await notice. It hasn’t been like this for a while. Feels good. It should.

Signs:
it rained for a 1.5 minutes today
my improving yo-yo abilities

there’s the moon, there is something faithful & mad.
-E.E.

Two nights ago was a full moon. Crazy me played skeeball in Times Square & was in bed by 1. Werewolves out there?