Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispéd and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

My Pile of Good Reads

I have my own journal but this pile is my mainstay. 

Still interviewing for University positions. My current job is killing my spirit, but I am looking for a change still! These books are of great help as I wait and work!

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