For those of you who shant recieve Folio

[yew_tree]

Northernmost

upright caskets

sneak languidly into the clean night,

the marshmallow sky.

writhing, rheumatic fingers

are forays to muted precipitation.

but I draw closer

to climb their wizen limbs.

I fare like the troubadours

wandering in maroon somberness

and velvet capers.

but we cannot stay here forever,

You and i.

You and i

are prostrates to flat lines,

Comments

[plethora__]

I didn't read the subject line, thought these could have been written by a famous poet (I'm serious), googled "Northernmost," got nothing of signficance, then realized that indeed you had written it (well, them, there are more than one, but that first one is breathtaking) and sort of just sat here in wonder.

*snaps vigorously*

You, my friend, are talented.

[porcelainpoodle]

:knocks over a chair in agreement:

[ms_completely]

Robert,
Obviously I remember you. I've been craving a coffeehouse for a long time so I'm going to try to make it, but I think I may have accidentally bought tickets to a concert for the night of June 9. Maybe you'll let me stop in and say hi during a meeting? I'm really psyched to see this year's magazine. How's Folio been and CW and other matters of importance?

P.S. I really like "Marked"