In which asking for help is difficult, who knew

[kaberett]

I have just received a quotation of £500 for repairs to and return shipping of one of my wheels. This is particularly frustrating because the problem started when I was wheeling on a level, even indoor surface (rather than being obviously related to any of the kerb-hopping I do), and consequently is being treated as a mechanical/electrical fault not covered by my insurance. Plus the wretched thing is out of warranty.

This is something I can do out of my savings, with a great deal of stress and a trip to Cambridge and eroding my buffer. Or it's a term's worth of teaching, but I'm not certain I'm going to even get teaching (pay rates increased by a whole 30p/hr, which means that the number of graduate demonstrators has been dramatically reduced, with undergrad TAs taking up some but not all of the slack). And, yeah, I feel pretty dreadful asking for help given that I could cover it, but--

-- if you like my art & essays, and only if you have anything to spare without making things harder for yourself, I would be enormously grateful if you could chuck some money my way. My paypal is kaberett@gmail.com; if you don't like Paypal (entirely understandable!) I can also provide my details for bank transfer (or, you know, work something else out). Currently at approximately £500 - thank you so, so much <3

Regardless of whether you want or are able to chip in on this (really, I mean it <3), comments are open for prompts for poems. They'll likely be shortish and a kissing cousin to flash fiction, but this is true of most of the stuff I write, so.


eta aaaaaaaaaaaah ;____; <333

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[dreamfracture.insanejournal.com]

Poetry prompt: Monsters that are also landscape features. I know the there is a dragon that is the Thames - I presume there are other beasts that are volcanoes, or peat bogs, or glaciers.

[davidgillon]

I know the there is a dragon that is the Thames

Come friendly dragon and reign fire and brimstone upon the Commons,
there's no humans there now...

(With apologies to Betjeman)

(the world will end in fire)

[kaberett]

That thud on ice across the valley floor
is just a stretch, is just to scratch an itch:
and boulders fall. You are not
un/welcome here. She does not care.
Tread softly, for you tread upon
her dreams.

Re: (the world will end in fire)

[alexseanchai]

Huh. That's an interesting enjambment across lines three and four. And the last two, I want to have something to say but I can't think what it might be.