And work myself into a fire
My poem "Sibylline" is now online at Uncanny Magazine. It is a ghost poem for Vergil, written for
selkie. It is not the most important thing about the poem, but Etruscan mirrors are not uncommonly found as grave-goods defaced with the inscription śuthina, "for the tomb."

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"the worried wick of a face still breathing light" -- "carrying / the torch for every maker / who would have glimpsed just one more line ahead"
Just remarkable.
It feels like the epigraph to a gorgeous metatextual novel --
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Thank you.
It feels like the epigraph to a gorgeous metatextual novel --
Please, feel free.
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It would require better classical knowledge than I possess, I think, to do it justice. Also more Dante (there would have to be Dante).
Maybe in my golden years.
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I can wait.