Melody coiling higher in the sky

[sovay]

I am now twenty-eight.

My poems "Tapping the Vine" and "September Song" (for my brother and his wife) have been accepted by Goblin Fruit and Mythic Delirium.

Off to make fictional dessert with my best cousins ever.

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Happy birthday.

The cliffs of Elsinore, at dawn. The clouds
lie low about the castle's jagged walls.
The play is over, all the dead who choked
In weltered blood are dragged from these dark halls.
The final battle's done, young Fortinbras
and Claudius together met and died.
Laertes will be crowned this afternoon
As oft his rue-crowned sister prophesied.
But not all folk rejoice in this cold dawn.
Horatio comes forth to greet the skies
Whose tears shed doubts upon philosophy
Nor ghosts nor friends may longer walk nor warn
Looks south, to England, where drowned Hamlet lies
And casts cold violets to the gull-swirled sea.

[sovay]

And casts cold violets to the gull-swirled sea.

You really, really, really rock.

Thank you.