I can hardly wait
Outside, it's pouring straight down: at once raw and humid, spiraling with torn leaves. Inside, I have just received my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #40, whose table of contents is a lineup of rare and alien:
greygirlbeast,
stillsostrange, Karen R. Porter,
dreamnnightmare, Patricia Russo,
madwriter,
handful_ofdust,
watermelontail, and the other half still to go; my poem "Cold Spring Calling-On" also appears therein. Sirens and night-owls, exiles and exits, an aglæc-wif and a ghostwood banjo—as soon as there are copies available online, I'll post the link. Otherwise, archaically, subscribe.

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Enjoy!
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Cool. I need to make a trip to check the p.o. box.
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Marvelous, just marvelous. I saw my name and beamed. I love that poem so much.
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