Ah, that new magazine smell, and other touchy-feely things

I haven't had a magazine subscription in years so when my first New Yorker arrived yesterday it was bliss. I read it online but I had forgotten the sheer pleasure of starting at the front and reading straight through. I stood outside, I lounged on the couch. It travelled well and I didn't have to pick something to read, I just flipped through. Bliss.

On another note, today's link is a friend of mine who is a terrific writer of prose and poetry. Here are a few poems to get you through the day.