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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- 1: It's morphogenesis
- 2: Finally, time to write the book on you
- 3: On Fortuna's wheel, I'm running
- 4: I know it made your head spin, what we did with money
- 5: But now I'm a villain, I'm a killer, a dying light
- 6: Every flower needs to neighbor with the dirt
- 7: Contamination begins almost immediately
- 8: Ever since I met you, honey, I just want to get laid
- 9: It's mortal primetime
- 10: Flicking embers into daffodils
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