Dare I declare this morning love turned evening deep?
For some good news at the start of a cold month—
You may remember that back in May I had the pleasure of announcing that
erzebet had accepted the four fisherangel poems—variously written by
seajules,
asakiyume,
cucumberseed, and me with the common inspiration of Lal Waterson's "Midnight Feast"—for handbound publication as a miniature from Papaveria Press. My contribution was "The Coast Guard," originally of Sirenia Digest and one of the best poems I think I have written.
nineweaving subsequently offered to write an introduction.
Erzebet offers more details here.
This is going to be such a beautiful book. As they say, watch this space.
You may remember that back in May I had the pleasure of announcing that
Erzebet offers more details here.
This is going to be such a beautiful book. As they say, watch this space.

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I loved erzebet's description; it reminds me of an essay I published in Black Clock called "Broken Seashells", about the sound of the sky above a landlocked valley on the Isle of Skye, among other things. I think I need to read this collection, but nowhere do I find a reference to its title, unless it's Midnight Feasts. Speaking of feasts, which of your own collections would you recommend I get first?
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