What kind of movement do you hope to make by burning everyone who doesn't speak the same?

[sovay]

Today's mail brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #63, containing my poem "The Secret Language of Water." I wrote and performed it last August as Poet Laureate of NecronomiCon Providence 2019; it took its title from the gold-and-abalone pendant by Elise Matthesen that I wore for the occasion. It found its home in the flowers and moons issue, featuring strange and strong work by Steve Toase, Molly Likovich, Jennifer Crow, Tiah Marie Beautement, Gwynne Garfinkle, and Alexandra Seidel, among others. Long may this little black-and-white 'zine flourish, and all the rest of us, while we're at it.

As the Boston area battens down for the unforeseeable future, we spent the entirety of today on one last apocalypse shop, for my mother as well as for ourselves. Only one person gave us any static for our masks and gloves, though we were still in the minority in the stores we entered. spatch captioned this photo of me, "Sonya doing her best Dr. Jack Griffin."



"I want a room and a fire."

Comments

[thistleingrey]

Agreed, all of this is eminently logical. Best wishes to you and spatch, and to all of us.

[sovay]

Best wishes to you and spatch, and to all of us.

Thank you, and likewise, and amen.