Did you sleep well? Did you sleep fine? Did you sleep much at all?

My poem "The Lost Aphrodite" has been accepted by The Cascadia Subduction Zone. In July, rose_lemberg asked me for a poem about stones; I wrote this one the next day on the commuter train to Salem. It's not the perspective from which I usually write about the ancient world.

I did take a nap yesterday, right after posting. That did not stop me from failing to get more than another hour and a half of sleep last night. So far I have stayed awake through a morning meeting (online) with my fellow editors at Strange Horizons, an afternoon showing of Rex Ingram's The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse (1921) at the Somerville Theatre, cat-feeding errands with derspatchel, housecleaning with rushthatspeaks and gaudior, and then some more Steven Universe. I think it has actually been a reasonably productive day. I'd just like to feel less like I'm running some comparative experiment in sleep deprivation. I have movies to write about. Not to mention poems. Someday. It might be fun.

Have some gryphons from the Black Sea.