What if someone thought they were booking a reading with Laura Moriarity the novelist, and got Laura Moriarity the poet? Or vice versa?
I was talking about this possiblity with a student today, who suggested we invite the poet LM and have a joint reading with the novelist LM. Big Tent indeed!
Off to Busch Stadium for the Cards v. Giants game tomorrow. Hopefully they'll split the series, in spite of my being there to jinx them (with the "luck of the Irish" - an ironical phrase if there ever was one).
The former snail hunter of Kahalu`u feeds her chicken
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Her cigarette smoke preceded her; as we turned the corner, she muttered
something about "our nation." A hen paced beside the fence, demanding to be
fed....
1 day ago

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