Oh, the weather outside is frightful, but the in-floor radiant heating is so delightful (when it works), and since we’ve no place to go, Lincolnville Beach having rolled up like an Italian infantry division, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow. That’s the last you’ll hear from me about the weather. Except insofar [...]
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Live-blogging Maine
Posted in Down East, Life, Smithy of the soul, tagged Maine, science fiction, washington dc, writing on 17 January 2009 | Leave a Comment »
1986 Villanelle
Posted in Smithy of the soul, tagged aids, poetry, villanelle, washington dc on 7 December 2008 | 1 Comment »
“You won’t believe how cold it is,” he said, and then the phone died. Ha! — he should have stayed. I shivered in the old, half-empty bed. The bumps across his back were fuchsia-red. He winced beneath the tiny silver blade. “You won’t believe how cold it is,” he said. A path beside the bridge [...]
