sovay | Before the reaper gathers us up

Current Music: Lal Waterson & Oliver Knight, "Cornfield"

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.

Threaded | Flat

I miss you fiercely every time I see this damn evil susurrating corn. You dressed up and got on a train and, and, and for one thing how can it be more than a year, for another thing you got an incantation-poem from it that tied up so many things into one punch of seething vengeful.... something, and now it has a HOME.

Congratulations!

Yay poem!

The poem is at least as real. It will do good true things, so long as men can breathe or eyes can see.

P.

Congratulations!! And that is a whole bunch of narratives in a photograph.

(also, commiserations on the coup attempt, which is appalling enough from here)