This afternoon's mail brought my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #65, containing my poem "The Bargain." It is my first publication of the new year; it is an underworld poem with pomegranates and time and it is splendidly surrounded by the fiction and poetry of Alexandra Seidel, Steve Toase, Gwynne Garfinkle, Francesca Forrest, and Finn Clarke among others in an especially strong winter-themed issue. May it buy what it was written to.
spatch spent a heroic number of hours on the phone with bureaucracy this morning and afternoon, so we have ordered in dinner, dammit.
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- 1: Can you see me? I'm waiting for the right time
- 2: There's nothing here but echoes
- 3: If I'm hoping, then I'm hoping for the frost
- 4: There's no boat to take me where all the stars go to cross the water
- 5: Once you know it's a dream, it can't hurt
- 6: All the ghosts, some old, some new
- 7: The wind is blowing the planes around
- 8: Let the lights run like rivers all over my skin
- 9: I am bound to these shores, I'll be bound till the end
- 10: Wish everyone could hear when she sings
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