Anne Sexton at Forest Hills

It's been a warm November and today saw our first bit of rain in weeks. Can't complain.

We had my friend Heidi over today for tea and sandwiches and then headed over to the Forest Hills Cemetery for a reading of Anne Sexton's poems. It was an abbreviated show, since the chapel is being renovated and it had to be held in a smaller, outdoor space. They had it at the entrance to the receiving tomb, which has a roof at least. I had taken shelter under it before, never knowing what it was.

It's where they used to keep bodies in the winter because they couldn't dig through the frozen ground. We got to sneak inside and see the drawers and creepy chambers. Very cool.

Anyway, the reading was good. A fellow named Bob Clawson read. he had known Anne Sexton and even recorded with her in a band. I haven't really read her, but I would like to now. He had brought some of the recordings with her and played them. After the reading we went to Anne Sexton's grave.

On our walk back home through the cemetery it was getting dark. We got to see a great horned owl. It was a nice incursion on my built, urban life from that other world we don't see.

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We saw Adam Clay read at the So and So on Saturday. I liked his stuff a lot. Trevor got his book.