You know what comes right after the dark
My poem "The Avalon Procedure" has been accepted by Not One of Us. It is finally Arthuriana; it owes its title as well as a debt of argument to Bryher and the rest is diaspora and geology. I still have apples on my table from earlier, brighter this autumn, and their scent of sweet orchards and cooling earth. If you want in on the saddle-stapled pages of this enduringly black-and-white 'zine, I can only recommend it.
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Yay autumn apples.
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Today I took a middle schooler's phone because we are a phone-free school and he said "I was just asking ChatGPT--" and I DID NOT say because I am a MODEL of restraint, "Young man, you're prompting with Hitler!"
Many autumnal felicitations on a poem to a good home.
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Congratulations!
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This is probably way off the mark, but in the short run I am enjoying the title of the poem because it sounds like the title of an Anthony Price novel.
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