I am not looking for a key to open every door

My poem "Heyiya," written in June for my best cousin gaudior, is now online at Strange Horizons.

Turn the past into sheaves of silver and gently let the harvest in

As promised, pictures from Saturday's Halloween party. Photographs courtesy of my mother, nineweaving, and my brother.

( But, for a very long time, there's only the open bathroom window, and beyond the sash, a full moon shines down on fields of ripe pumpkins. )