You didn't see the recording light?

My poem "Strike a Light" is now online at Through the Gate. ashlyme commented in November that Peter Strickland's new radio adaptation of Nigel Kneale's The Stone Tape (2015) could easily accommodate Gilderoy, the foley artist protagonist of his earlier film Berberian Sound Studio (2012) played by Toby Jones. My brain must have agreed with them; this poem occurred. The issue is dedicated to Christina Rossetti on the hundred-and-twenty-first anniversary of her death. There is excellent work from Virginia M. Mohlere, Bogi Takács, Kavitha Rath, Rebecca Valley, and others.

My throat is definitely scratchy. I shall hope it's not my husband's cold. Bed.

The air is round and the world is flat and everything is clearly impossible

Continuing the day's theme—

My poem "False Lights" is now online at inkscrawl. This is the first issue edited by Bogi Takács, with the theme of Atypical Weather; contributors include Mat Joiner, Sara Norja, Stuti Telidevara, Alexandra Seidel, Nelly Geraldine García-Rosas, Gwynne Garfinkle, Jaymee Goh, M Sereno, and other strange and striking meteorologists. My poem was written at the end of July under the combined influence of crushing depression and Susan Cooper's Greenwitch (1974), especially the descent of the Wild Magic on Trewissick. I think it came out its own thing, which is all a writer can really ask for.

Having been published in July, my poem "The Drowning of the Doves" is now free to read online with the rest of its issue of The Cascadia Subduction Zone. sairaali first told me about the Doves type in 2014; cucumberseed encouraged me to write a poem about the strange river-echoes of its story, since Iain Sinclair had unaccountably never gotten around to it. Since then, not only has the long-lost typeface been digitally revived, but some of the original lead type has actually been recovered from the Thames. The poem encompasses neither of these developments, but I'm still pretty happy with it.

I am definitely sick and the rain is eating away the little snow that fell last night, but the end of December is not doing so badly in my book.