There were berries and cherries as thick as might be seen
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.

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It is, isn't it? I always look forward to seeing what art Oliver's produced next.
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With the sound of coin, a beggar once paid
an uncharitable cook for the smell of a meal.
I can't even begin to say how much that passage rocks. It may not be overtly fantasy, but it definitely knows the territory. I think this might be one of my favorites you've done.
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As for your current music, I had no idea Patti Smith covered that song. I'm very curious to hear it.
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