Busy old fool, now the days last forever

And last night I slept for four hours and lay in bed without sleeping for at least eight and I don't know why, but it has made me feel rotten all day. spatch took some pictures of me on the deck while I try to remind myself that I am a person and not just a collection of unhappiness. There was one that made a sort of classical profile, but I liked the outtake better.

I am green to my eyes and green to my heart

My poem "Your Starving Days" has been accepted by Not One of Us. I wrote it in the half-hour allotted by the Infernal Salon for Strange Horizons, prompted by the card from Negocios Infernales that reads A seed spends most of its life asleep and the succeeding thought of asakiyume's tooth corn. The title comes from George Mackay Brown's "John Barleycorn." I happen to like cornfields, but I don't seem to write about them without at least a little year-king as a treat.

spatch and I are watching B-movies at random on the internet. With Monster on the Campus (1958) and The She-Creature (1956), we seem to have hit the evolutionary regression double feature jackpot.