My poem "The Ghost Marriage" has been accepted by Uncanny Magazine. I wrote it after falling in love with Black Angel (1946) in December; even at the time, the motifs of music and the underworld made me think of a kind of half-genderflipped Orpheus and Eurydike. I suppose it is a ghost poem for people who never existed. I think those count.
I have a crushing headache. I'm assuming it's weather-related, with the rain outside, but it's the kind that makes even my teeth feel nauseated.
I have a crushing headache. I'm assuming it's weather-related, with the rain outside, but it's the kind that makes even my teeth feel nauseated.
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