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I heard the grey wolf sing her serenade at night
[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.
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.
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See. You CAN write a sestina and have it be rich and worthwhile.
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I will keep this in mind on future occasions!
*pets quickly before submersion*