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Don't wake a swarm of bees beneath me
My poems "Acceptable Documentation" and "ἄρκτος ἦ Βραυρωνίοις" have been accepted by Sycorax Journal. This is a new market and I'm honored to be part of its inaugural issue. Both are political poems; the former was written out of a nightmare and the latter is not an accurate rendition of the cult of Artemis Brauronia.
I forgot to mention that on my way to the NYTF yesterday, I asked the total stranger sitting next to me on the downtown 1 train for directions since the ones I had written out for myself turned out to use street intersections rather than station names and not only did he give me his best guess at the station, he passed me his phone when service resumed and said that if I typed in the address, he'd double-check it for me. His phone was in Polish; he had a perceptible accent; after I thanked him for his help (which got me to the stop I had wanted, Rector Street) he said diffidently, "Us immigrants should stick together." I have no idea if that was a non-native New Yorker joke or points back to the way people in my childhood always used to ask where I was really from, but it was warming and thematically apropos with the rest of the afternoon.
This is a very good article about Jean-Paul Sartre, Lloyd Alexander, and Prydain. Now I want its author to write about the Westmark trilogy.
I have a gonging headache from the weather and did not sleep as much as I had hoped and just ran a mercilessly cardio game of tag with my five-year-old niece, but I am still happy.
I forgot to mention that on my way to the NYTF yesterday, I asked the total stranger sitting next to me on the downtown 1 train for directions since the ones I had written out for myself turned out to use street intersections rather than station names and not only did he give me his best guess at the station, he passed me his phone when service resumed and said that if I typed in the address, he'd double-check it for me. His phone was in Polish; he had a perceptible accent; after I thanked him for his help (which got me to the stop I had wanted, Rector Street) he said diffidently, "Us immigrants should stick together." I have no idea if that was a non-native New Yorker joke or points back to the way people in my childhood always used to ask where I was really from, but it was warming and thematically apropos with the rest of the afternoon.
This is a very good article about Jean-Paul Sartre, Lloyd Alexander, and Prydain. Now I want its author to write about the Westmark trilogy.
I have a gonging headache from the weather and did not sleep as much as I had hoped and just ran a mercilessly cardio game of tag with my five-year-old niece, but I am still happy.