Leaves blown backward in a vanished book, untelling winter

[sovay]

I did not sleep last night. This is due to headache, not inspiration, and is therefore unwelcome.

This is what is welcome: erzebet's newest Synthesis 2, which contains the text of my poem "The Gambler." Go; marvel. Sometimes I only dream my words look like that.

Comments

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

I love this, the art and your poem, and I am so tempted to e-mail Erzebet about the cost, but I know I can't do it, not right now. Still ... I might have to ask.

So glad your work gets to be presented this way; it's how your work feels, so textured and rich.

[sovay]

Still ... I might have to ask.

It never hurts . . .

So glad your work gets to be presented this way; it's how your work feels, so textured and rich.

Thank you! It amazes me.