Like oak leaves in autumn, cascading on stiles

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Year's Best Fantasy and Horror, R.I.P. I grew up on this series. Each year I bought the new collection, scoured used book stores for past years; I discovered writers through them—they were the reprint market to which all short stories and poems aspired. They were a field guide as well as a gathering of flowers. And I am not, not pleased to see them go.

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[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

As I wrote over at lcrw:

"This is just . . . wrong.

"YBF&H is what writers aspired to; where readers found the indispensable and undiscovered; where scholars read 'the abstract and brief chronicles of the time.' It has been truly an anthology, a garland of green.

"Many many thanks to all who worked on it, who made that long shelf of brilliant, provocative, astonishing stories and poems."

But field guide is perfect.

So bittersweet to see you in this last edition; so sad to think we'll never open next year's or the next to read a poem or a story by a rising friend, an immortal, a newfound voice...

Nine

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so sad to think we'll never open next year's or the next to read a poem or a story by a rising friend, an immortal, a newfound voice...

I know. Who would I have discovered next?