To the selfsame tune and words
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.
Neither does "In the Earth in Those Days," but that poem has been accepted by Not One of Us. I have
All day has been green leaves and sun and sky-swimming light. Happy solstice, all.

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Thank you!
but when I saw her talk this spring there was still some sort of issue with the American publishers, and she couldn't even sell the Irish printing, mo bhrón is mo mhairg.
This is not the same as her collection The Fifty Minute Mermaid?
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You're welcome!
This is not the same as her collection The Fifty Minute Mermaid?
Oh, right, it was na murúcha, not selkies. Sorry for the confusion. Some of the stories about the two are similar, which is why I had it tangled up in my mind, I suppose. Doesn't help I was running a slight fever from the Lyme disease, either, I reckon.