The fall are the pillars that raised me

For the yahrzeit of Alan Turing, a ghost poem I had not read before: Tobias Wray, "Turing Tested." It comes from the author's collection No Doubt I Will Return a Different Man (2021), which adapts its title from one of its subject's letters. No doubt he did. It is seventy years now since he became the ghost in everyone's machines, the apple-core fragment stuck in the teeth of history. We haven't become any better at imitation games, but I'd love to have seen Jarman convince me I was talking to the true thing.

It's a fool who doesn't see what I see watching trees

My poem "The Same Fur Coat" has been accepted by Strange Horizons. It was written this spring for selkie's birthday. I am toast across the board and frustrated by nearly every angle of this month so far, but wish to commemorate that this week did contain something good.