Freshen the blooms at your sea-rusted altar
My poem "The House Snakes" is now online at Uncanny Magazine. I had been trying to write a poem about Thera, but a different arena of the Aegean Bronze Age insisted. The results owe something to Mary Renault's The King Must Die (1958), like a difference of opinion. As a child, I always used to visit the chryselephantine snake goddess at the MFA regardless of her authenticity.
minoanmiss has returned the favor with beautiful art.
The afternoon's mail has brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #69, containing my poem "Your Starving Days." This is the one I wrote in half an hour for the Strange Horizons Infernal Salon, prompted by the card from Negocios Infernales that reads A seed spends most of its life asleep and the memory of
asakiyume's tooth corn. Its title comes from George Mackay Brown. The rest of the issue is stocked with writers like Anne Karppinen, Marissa Lingen, Mike Allen, Alexandra Seidel and more, all on the relatable theme of not quite human. Check it out.
I am not happy about the accelerating omicron surge and all it entails, but
spatch has fixed our bathroom sink.
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The afternoon's mail has brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #69, containing my poem "Your Starving Days." This is the one I wrote in half an hour for the Strange Horizons Infernal Salon, prompted by the card from Negocios Infernales that reads A seed spends most of its life asleep and the memory of
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Thank you!
A sink that drains is so refreshing. It had been a locus of horror for weeks.