Last night's Canada Day celebration was fantastic. There was vodka-melon and Book Lover's Trivial Pursuit, at which everybody at the table was embarrasingly bad. And good conversation, which is always high on my list of necessary components for a party. Now back to the southern climes of . . . oh, God, insert conservative-religious joke of your choice here. I can't.
The website for Not One of Us has been updated, with an all-new selection of stories and poems: Patricia Russo's grittily folkloric "Earth Dogs" and Patricia Esposito's "His Wounds," about blood and stories and love; Karen R. Porter's "She" and my own "In Sight of the Seasons," both nominees for the Rhysling Award. It's good stuff. Go forth and feel alienated.
In other news, I am pleased to report that my poem "Ogygia" has found a home in the next issue of Not One of Us; and as
greygirlbeast has announced, my story "The Depth Oracle" will appear this month in Sirenia Digest #8. (Go on, subscribe. A platypus in need . . .) All of which puts the month off to a good start. And now, I need to write more.
It's a little past one in the afternoon. Why can I hear three different police sirens?
The website for Not One of Us has been updated, with an all-new selection of stories and poems: Patricia Russo's grittily folkloric "Earth Dogs" and Patricia Esposito's "His Wounds," about blood and stories and love; Karen R. Porter's "She" and my own "In Sight of the Seasons," both nominees for the Rhysling Award. It's good stuff. Go forth and feel alienated.
In other news, I am pleased to report that my poem "Ogygia" has found a home in the next issue of Not One of Us; and as
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It's a little past one in the afternoon. Why can I hear three different police sirens?