A flood, a poetry reading, and a gallon of tea
I guess I wasn’t joking when I said my entries for this newsletter would be irregular. Crikey. The pause in entries began with a flood. I opened the bedroom door and water poured in from the corridor. The entire hall was like a little river. I told the water that I did not appreciate a river forming in my home, but it clearly gave no fucks and decided to do it anyway.
It was fixed. Life went on normally, then the ceiling in the bedroom sprung a leak. I decided I was cursed somehow. The plumber shall soon return. Maybe he will remove the curse.
In much nicer news, I’ll be giving a reading (along with 6 other awesome poets) at Books Upstairs on the 20th at 2:30pm. The event is organised by Arlen House, each poet will read seven poems. I’m currently trying to figure out which ones to pick. My thought process seems to be entirely based on vibes.
