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]

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.