of the way I conducted myself towards a friend the other day.
And here arrives this splendid flock of books in my mailbox from Lunar Chandelier Press (love the name--reminds me of Mina Loy's Lunar Baedeker).
Thank You, Lyn, and I look very much forward to reading all of these.
And I'm sorry.
I can't even look at my email box. I hide under another email that nobody knows because of meltdowns like the one I had the other day...and the undeserved bile I spewed...
My memory is a Medusa. I can't face it.
And another wonderful book from Burning Deck (I have always depended upon the kindness of Waldrops)* was enjoying conjugal bliss with your books in my mailbox!
What can I say? It's a cold, rainy day in Pennsylvania.
I don't think we should blame books for thinking that way.
*it's okay to vomit into your mouth (just a lil) here.