This past season's been eternity

My poems "Apotropaism" and "Amal and the Night Visitors" (for tithenai) are now online at Goblin Fruit. The site design has been reworked and just to up the ante, this issue is a knockout—bears, selkies, Greek gods and Frankenstein, saints and skins. Go forth and read!

Last night in company of schreibergasse was quite wonderful, as we ventured into slush and uncertain directions and wound up at sigerson's with a chocolate piano, people whom I did not know (but I'm betting several components of my friendlist already did), and so many different kinds of tea one was encouraged to roll a d12 for them. The conversation was high-caliber even when it wasn't about Girl Genius. And just as we were leaving, it turned out that I did know someone in the group already, in one of those obscure, six-degrees-of-internet sorts of ways. Circumstances dictated that I did not get nearly enough time with schreibergasse, who sometime has to come and visit and actually stay put, but he brought us julbrod.

There's sun on the snow. The sky is pale as eggshells. It is starting already to look warmer, day-longer, which is an illusion: this is January. It's only more bitter from here.