If anyone has sent anything to either myself or The Canary via snailmail in the past two weeks or so, consider it undelivered.
It seems that I have a mail thief--this is how my checking account number fell into the wrong hands. My mail has been routinely stolen over the past couple of weeks. I just thought I wasn't getting mail, until I began hearing from people asking if I had received their checks, letters, submissions, etc.
Nope. Some evil motherfucker has stolen them. Things are a little weird up in here right now. I want to believe this is all crazy coincidence, but I have my doubts.
Stay tuned for instructions for re-sending.
In the meantime, if you have something really important to send, backchannel me and I'll give you my parents' address.
Peace out y'all. Hold on, be strong. Etc., ad infinitum.
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Well in that case, did you get the extremely expensive and thoughtful gift I sent you last week?
Sucks, dude.
That totally sucks, man. I spent YEARS saving up for that 25-year-old bottle of Macallan for your birthday ...
(I know, not the most original, but it's all I could do on short notice).
Hope it all works out for you.
I'm so sorry - I had some mail stolen last year and it was such a pain to call everyone, have them cancel checks, redo all kinds of paperwork, check on bills...I feel your pain! Hope you get some good news soon...
PS: Rebecca Loudon showed me your poem in the current issue of 88. I think the title was "Triskedekaphobia." Awesome poem. For whatever it's worth, I liked it a lot.
Me too.
Thanks everybody, again, for caring.
It's a hassle, but I'll get through it.
And Peter and Rebecca, I'm positively delighted that you like my long-ass poem in Forklift Ohio. Good to hear.
Was it Forklift, with the techy orange plastic cover? Sorry, I thought it was 88. Rebecca had both with her that night (she is in *everything* lately, the b**ch . . . grin).
Jeez, Tony, that sucks. I used to play in a band with someone a few hours away, and she would never get the demo tapes I send her. We finally realized it was because the guy who had been stalking her for a year or so worked at the post office.
Tony let me know if you don't see that Drill I sent you last week. I can send you another ASAP. What a pain.
Hey Tony, I sent you Gabriella's chapbook & a broadside. Did you get those? I can re-send later this week. Let me know--
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