Reader, don’t the weeks fly by? Happy Friday to you.
Thanks. I want to thank everyone who sent congratulations to the Mail Order Bride, linked, liked, tweeted, retweeted, etc., her attempt at a letter home. Even Husband read the poem and listened to the audio file (I’m hearing this from the next room). Then tap-tap-tap on the keyboard. Then, “Hey, you have a blog?” Um, yeah. “Cool.”
Mea culpa. But what happened next was not cool. He pulled up this site as I walked back into the room, and what do I see displayed on my blog? Advertisements. What!? This is how I discovered that Word Press will (and I quote) “sometimes” display ads on one’s blog “to keep free things free.” Mea culpa, Reader, I had no idea. I have upgraded to the ads-free option and I hope you will never again see an ad on this blog.
The town of unspeakable things. With the move and all, I kind of ignored some of my journal reading this fall. Thank goodness I discovered, after the fact, some poems by Alison Seay. I am astounded, in particular, by her poem “The Town of Unspeakable Things” which appeared in the November issue of Poetry. Do yourself a favor and go read it at this link. I will definitely be looking for more work by this poet!