I heard the grey wolf sing her serenade at night

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[reposted from last night, on account of Livejournal being totally borked]

My epic collaboration with Mike Allen and Nicole Kornher-Stace, "The King of Cats, the Queen of Wolves," is now online at Apex Magazine. Interview conducted by Francesca Forrest here, outtakes here. I keep forgetting I actually wrote a sestina for this poem.

I dreamed last night about following a shadowy sort of cult, the kind that draws circles on bare apartment floors and chooses sacrifices from among themselves, but I also dreamed about day planners and waiting at bus stops in nicotine-lit nighttime rain, talking to janitors in off-season university stairwells, so it was clearly one of those lifestyles that is much less romantic in person.

I am so tired. It would be nice if my brain would come back.

Comments

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Phew! I just read the interview (before reading the poem). This is an incredible undertaking. I loved hearing the thought process behind the poem's creation and unfolding and how you all worked with and off each other. With this background, tonight, I'm going to find a cup of tea and a quiet place and read what, after all these years, you produced.

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With this background, tonight, I'm going to find a cup of tea and a quiet place and read what, after all these years, you produced.

I very much hope you enjoy it.

[clarionj.livejournal.com]

Amazing. The collaboration worked beautifully; I love the shifts and progressions and the repetition of images at times. Gorgeous images that make me taste everything, through my eyes and skin as well, and in that deep place that knows what gnaws and rumbles through us all.