Before the reaper gathers us up
My poem "Digging In" has been accepted by microverses: a hub for tiny speculative narratives. It is a new market for me and my first acceptance of the year and I refuse not to celebrate it, because it is as real as the rest of the day. The poem has its roots, literally, in a cornfield visited by me and
selkie in November 2019, which truly does not feel more than a year ago. It came out a spell.

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Thank you!
(And thank you.)