The reading went well. There were many people--family, friends, and a few strangers. Those strangers became friends after a few drinks.
Busy weekend ahead. Writing. Reading at a Halloween show. Working on a teaching narrative (yes, that is as awful as it sounds). Tonight, however, I plan to relax and watch a couple episodes of the second season of Stranger Things.
Saint Marty has a nice Halloween poem about ghosts and graves for tonight . . .
by: Thomas Lovell Beddoes
We do lie beneath the grass
In the moonlight, in the shade
Of the yew-tree. They that pass
Hear us not. We are afraid
They would envy our delight,
In our graves by glow-worm night.
Come follow us, and smile as we;
We sail to the rock in the ancient waves,
Where the snow falls by thousands in the sea,
And the drown'd and the shipwreck'd have happy graves.
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