Save me, I am not a goat

My poem "Idle Thoughts While Watching a Faun," after elisem's earrings of the same name, is now online at Strange Horizons.

My novelette "A Ceiling of Amber, a Pavement of Pearl," originally published in Singing Innocence and Experience (2004), will be reprinted in this month's Sirenia Digest alongside greygirlbeast's newest story, "Houndwife." If you don't already have a subscription, why not?

I have no idea why, tonight being the first night of Pesach and my family's seder, I dreamed that I had been invited to celebrate a (fictional) Hindu festival with my downstairs neighbors in the converted textile mill where I was living. There was discussion of the fact that outsiders writing about religious traditions tend to focus on the wrong things—and why do they fetishize the floor-washing? I dunno, wouldn't you want a clean floor if all your relatives were coming over? All hail self-reflexively critical dreams.

Speaking of which, I have to clean the house.