And then we shall dance on your graves
I got home to find the day's mail had brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #83, containing my poem "Below Surface." It is a poem of empire; I wrote it at the start of the third week in January after shouting, "I ran out of curse tablets!" It bears about as much relation to the realities of the Emperors who died at Eboracum as the medieval Welsh legends of Constantius and I see no reason that should impair its efficacy. The issue it belongs to is gone, showcasing the elusive fiction and poetry of Steve Toase, Christian Fiachra Stevens, J. M. Vesper, Vincent Bae, and more. John and Flo Stanton contribute interior art as well as the reliable spirit photography of their front and back covers. You might as well pick up a copy before it disappears.
I photographed some ghost windows. I bought myself some white chocolate peanut butter cups.
selkie's gift of tinned mackerel with lemon did not survive the night.

I photographed some ghost windows. I bought myself some white chocolate peanut butter cups.
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I hope you’ve had something more substantial for dinner tonight and are unconscious.
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Thank you! It seems an opportune time for dark waters.
I hope you’ve had something more substantial for dinner tonight and are unconscious.
I did and I was! Hoping you are in some helpful order the same.
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I love white chocolate peanut butter cups.
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Thank you! I just want the room in my life to write more.
I love white chocolate peanut butter cups.
They were an impulse buy while collecting a medication and I regret nothing.
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Thank you!
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Thank you! It is mostly that their black-and-white photography—they are the longtime cover artists of NOU—is consistently both good and weird.
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Thank you!
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Thank you! I love their range of reflections and not.