To the selfsame tune and words

[sovay]

My poem "Radio Banquo" is now online at Strange Horizons. It was written in January, probably triggered by the Macbeth reading Eric held in December (and subsequent late-night shower thoughts), and I was sitting upstairs at the Bowery Ballroom in New York, listening to Mission of Burma, when I thought of it. I don't know why. I am afraid it has nothing to do with midsummer.

Neither does "In the Earth in Those Days," but that poem has been accepted by Not One of Us. I have asakiyume to thank for introducing me to the Biblical aetiology of selkies.

All day has been green leaves and sun and sky-swimming light. Happy solstice, all.

Comments

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

That's such a gorgeous poem. So fierce. Furious nothing.

The mind
uncloses stickily from the hilts of dream

wonderful line.

the one pure silence staring
like a hacked man's throat into the blade.

Your closings are always fantastic. Silence like a hacked man's throat--never a whimper.

And I will be so, so SO GLAD to have "In the Earth in Those Days" in published form. Right now it exists on the wall of my study, printed out, on a piece of paper whose edges I cut with those scissors that cut zigzag--to make a fancy border.

[sovay]

That's such a gorgeous poem.

Thank you.

And I will be so, so SO GLAD to have "In the Earth in Those Days" in published form. Right now it exists on the wall of my study, printed out, on a piece of paper whose edges I cut with those scissors that cut zigzag--to make a fancy border.

I'm honored. I should warn you that the poem has undergone some second-drafting, so your printout is still a collector's item.