I just wanted to spend my afternoon announcing the poetry acceptance I woke up to and then finishing my film review from last night, but instead there is armed sedition—terrorism, treason—at the Capitol and I had so much wanted the stoking of this violence to be like the specter of a shooting war at the polls in November, all talk. I have not wanted a shooting war. What I want is this obscenity burned down and the earth where it grew salted and then burned over again. What I want is an actual democracy to survive.
2021-01-06
My poem "Digging In" has been accepted by microverses: a hub for tiny speculative narratives. It is a new market for me and my first acceptance of the year and I refuse not to celebrate it, because it is as real as the rest of the day. The poem has its roots, literally, in a cornfield visited by me and
selkie in November 2019, which truly does not feel more than a year ago. It came out a spell.

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