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 ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie in November 2019, which truly does not feel more than a year ago. It came out a spell.
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!
I am always impressed that anyone can ever get poetry published at all.
I still mourn some of the markets that have shuttered since I started publishing, but I like that new ones are coming up all the time. The ecosystem is doing its best, like all the rest of us, to survive.