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Will we fight them on the beaches for the bleaching of the reef?
My poem "Amitruq Nekyia" is now online at Strange Horizons. It was written this summer following a friend's disappointing experience with polar exploration fiction, though I suspect it didn't hurt that there was a heat dome on at the time. The recent identification of James Fitzjames just makes it feel topical.
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sun dogs at the heel of their ever-shifting north?
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calving to myth and memory—
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that liquid lesson they met hard as a mirror
between aurora and extremity
Now I have "Lord Franklin" running in my head.
Nine
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Thank you!
Now I have "Lord Franklin" running in my head.
It's very appropriate!
*hugs*
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Maybe once we've finished trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored?
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It's the Yard Act song. My other favorite lyric is "a sun that left us sowing seeds for summer down the barrel of a gun."
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Congratulations!
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kelp-clappered watches of brash ice ... frost fumbling grip ... soft lead oracles ... the secrets we stopper within our own mouths ... between aurora and extremity
Those secrets in our mouths ... so sensual.
Also, I bet myself that brash ice was a thing and not an adjective-noun pair, and the internet tells me I won that bet. Nice.
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Thank you so much!
Also, I bet myself that brash ice was a thing and not an adjective-noun pair, and the internet tells me I won that bet. Nice.
Yes! I think it's brash as in cognate with breccia, but I love the sound of it and all the other associations it pulls in.