Poetry Fishbowl Update
Mar. 8th, 2026 02:42 pmIf anyone else is still shopping for poetry, now's the time to make your final selections.
EDIT 3/8/26 --
At the moment, "Walnut Park" and "Foraging Forever" are still available.

Diana is amazed and worried by the way their Chairwoman handles herself.
This part runs to 3,769 words and I hope that you enjoy them.
Ghairniksday, 19 Deichen, 1893 C.E.
Asnan, 9 Kaalen, 2157 T.M.L.
4 Mikistli, 24 Coatl, 6.11.2.1.8.4.5
Dear Journal,
Here it is! The day on which we leave for home. Nais brought me my warm water, helped me dress in my green visiting gown with the red sash (the one I wore yesterday, but it did simplify packing), and packed away my nightwear, toiletries, and hairbrushes in my luggage. We then descended the stairs to our breakfasts.



This afternoon, I watched the Nicaragua vs Dominicana in the World Baseball Classic.
It's so loud. I love it. I kept looking up because I heard the kind of crowd noise that my white ass expected to mean someone had just hit a home run or something, and instead it's, like, a check swing or what's almost certainly going to be an infield out or whatever.
Tonight, D and I are watching Japan vs. Korea, in the Tokyodome so I'm hearing more chants and drums and clapping than I've ever heard, even at West Indies cricket matches.
I love it, gotta soak this up as much as I can.
Good gravy, this semester is tough. I'm juggling a million different things and keeping my head above water, but only just. Admittedly, a number of things I am juggling are not work things (birthday trip planning! proof of Canadian-ness! community service!) and everything will get 100% easier when it is above 50° every day and the world isn't pitch black at 6pm, but until that time is upon us, I am apparently going to be surviving on pizza and hummus.
My internet, which is allegedly FIOS, is periodically deciding that it does not want to be an internet, it wants to be a lumberjack, and rebooting the router does not do a whole lot. This is kind of a problem given that I work from home and build things on the internet. I feel like I'm back in 1998 on dial-up. I spent thirty minutes fighting the phone tree and then the customer service agent tried to sell me a new router and a new plan, which: no. I want the thing I am already paying for to work!
Implementing a shared zookeeper routine is working out super well so far; I get to play with a friend's kid so she can concentrate on chores and she keeps me from becoming one with the couch, which is my true desire.