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To Brig o' Dread thou com'st at last
My poem "Every Night and All" has been accepted by Nightmare Magazine. It is a poem of plague as much as the underworld; the title comes from the refrain of the "Lyke-Wake Dirge," which I learned as a child from the singing of Buffy Sainte-Marie. It has threaded through my work ever since. (It plays a fleeting but central role in "The Boatman's Cure.") Years later I discovered she was singing a variation on the classical arrangement by Benjamin Britten, but as much as I admire the eerie lilt of Peter Pears' famously dry white tenor, less like the living waking the dead than one ghost calling another down, the old sistrum jangle behind Sainte-Marie terrified me in childhood and no amount of strings and horns can change that even now.
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Thank you!
(That Buffy Sainte-Marie track is quite eerie. I love her and don't listen to her nearly enough.)
Fire & Fleet & Candlelight (1967) is the album of hers I know best, but she was one of the voices always around the house in my childhood. My mother used to be told she looked like her. (It was not untrue.)