So I have a poem in this book: the exhibition catalogue accompanying Viktor Koen's Bestiary. I did not write about the Sirens, or Medusa, or Mormo, or the Cyclopes, or Teiresias. I want to say, if you want to find out who I did write about, you'll have to buy the book, but I think that first requires the book to be available outside of the Benaki Museum. Until that time, I will just glow about it. Ellen Datlow names more contributors here.
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