You blasphemed the aspidistra and something awful has come down that chimney

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My poem "Berakhah" (for Peter Burson) has been accepted by erzebet for Jabberwocky. Meanwhile, I have the sempiternal con crud. One of these days, I promise: a post with content. Till then, I suggest you read seajules's "The sky is the floor of an ocean" or shweta_narayan's "Apsara" or Robert Pinsky's "Last Robot Song," all of which are beautiful, with truth in them, and much easier on the ear than me sneezing.

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I hadn't realized (or had missed) you ran a small press: neat. What and when?

Back in the days of the dinosaurs/when you were still in elementary school. :) Blackwraith Press existed as an active entity from 1991-1993. There are actually tax documents that prove this, though I've no idea why, I certainly never reported any income (snort). Biggest publication by far was River Huston (http://www.riverhuston.com/)'s first book, Jesus Never Lived Here, in 1992. Still in print, though through another distributor (and copies of the original now go for many, many shekels, to the point where I've actually considered selling one or two of my four inscribed copies in order to pay the rent one month).

I've thought idly about digging it out of mothballs again from time to time. During the final days, I was trying very, very hard to get my hands on four manuscripts, three of which still have never seen the light of day (the fourth was James Mason's scandalous memoir Siege, which I have since found out was not written by the James Mason I was thinking of, more's the pity). I still think the other three deserve to see the light of day, but don't want to start going after them again until I can afford to give them the treatment they deserve.

But, lordy, the slush pile. I saw some things no sane human was ever meant to read.