It's fair to say we were the ghosts we used to want to come to our town and haunt
My poems "Plures" and "Digging In" are now online at microverses: a hub for tiny speculative narratives.
The first was written almost exactly a year ago; it is perhaps more terrible than its original impetus that it doesn't read like it. The second has its roots, literally, in a cornfield visited by me and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
selkie in the fall of 2019, by which I might as well now mean the other side of the moon; it was written last fall and came out a spell.
I don't know if I would call them a nice per se note to go out of the year on, but their publication makes me very happy. I love the photos chosen to accompany both. I include the murder corn for completeness' sake.
The first was written almost exactly a year ago; it is perhaps more terrible than its original impetus that it doesn't read like it. The second has its roots, literally, in a cornfield visited by me and
selkie in the fall of 2019, by which I might as well now mean the other side of the moon; it was written last fall and came out a spell. I don't know if I would call them a nice per se note to go out of the year on, but their publication makes me very happy. I love the photos chosen to accompany both. I include the murder corn for completeness' sake.
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Thank you!