My poem "The Lost Aphrodite" is now available in the latest issue of The Cascadia Subduction Zone, along with really fine poems by Mary Alexandra Agner and Anne Sheldon. Mine was written for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rose_lemberg, who had asked me in July for a poem "connected to stones . . . Boulders, pebbles. Not the fancy ones." I have no idea why it turned up on the commuter rail to Salem, but then again it doesn't behave like most of my poems about the archaeological past. One should expect nothing less from the gods.
Speaking of Rose Lemberg, if you have not yet treated yourself to their debut collection Marginalia to Stone Bird (2016), you are missing some of the best and most original speculative poetry currently being written. This is shape-changing stuff, drawing equally from Jewish mysticism, mythic fantasy, far-future science fiction, several different kind of folklore, and the poet's own experiences between languages, margins, and definitions. Some of the poems are epic in the original sense, others are as personally detailed as lyric poetry; at least one is among the most evocative descriptions of a dybbuk I have encountered, and I have very high standards for that sort of thing. A number of poems belong to Lemberg's ongoing Journeymaker Cycle, a secondary world of mountains, immortals, and the aftermath of war. Another is part of Birdverse, where much of the poet's recent fiction has been taking place. Most stand alone, but resonate powerfully when placed alongside each other. I'm not impartial about this collection, but I don't see why I should be: it's really good. And on sale from Aqueduct Press, so what's your excuse?
My mother came up with two really good band names in conversation: Reversible Turtles and Prince of Nails. I have no idea what to do with either of them, but I hope I'd like their music.
rose_lemberg, who had asked me in July for a poem "connected to stones . . . Boulders, pebbles. Not the fancy ones." I have no idea why it turned up on the commuter rail to Salem, but then again it doesn't behave like most of my poems about the archaeological past. One should expect nothing less from the gods.Speaking of Rose Lemberg, if you have not yet treated yourself to their debut collection Marginalia to Stone Bird (2016), you are missing some of the best and most original speculative poetry currently being written. This is shape-changing stuff, drawing equally from Jewish mysticism, mythic fantasy, far-future science fiction, several different kind of folklore, and the poet's own experiences between languages, margins, and definitions. Some of the poems are epic in the original sense, others are as personally detailed as lyric poetry; at least one is among the most evocative descriptions of a dybbuk I have encountered, and I have very high standards for that sort of thing. A number of poems belong to Lemberg's ongoing Journeymaker Cycle, a secondary world of mountains, immortals, and the aftermath of war. Another is part of Birdverse, where much of the poet's recent fiction has been taking place. Most stand alone, but resonate powerfully when placed alongside each other. I'm not impartial about this collection, but I don't see why I should be: it's really good. And on sale from Aqueduct Press, so what's your excuse?
My mother came up with two really good band names in conversation: Reversible Turtles and Prince of Nails. I have no idea what to do with either of them, but I hope I'd like their music.
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