There were berries and cherries as thick as might be seen

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My poem "Cherries in Winter" is now online at Goblin Fruit. It's possibly one of the few nonfantastic pieces I have ever written, maybe. Read the rest—the green children, the kitsune, the cryptozoologist and the explorer, the seal-woman, the choke-damp. It's like an illuminated manuscript every quarter-year.

Comments

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Now the world is alive. Your poems do that.

Thank you. That really is the best compliment I think anyone can hope to receive . . .

As for your current music, I had no idea Patti Smith covered that song. I'm very curious to hear it.

It's wonderful. It sounds like a piece of lost Americana from the next world over.