We heard this song from the banks of the river where the green glass siren slept

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I am so tired, I spent all night dreaming about being unable to sleep.

I got out of bed and found my poems "Blueshift" (for time_shark) and "Natural Phenomena" (about sirens and their listeners) have been accepted by, respectively, Goblin Fruit and Not One of Us. I am meeting rushthatspeaks at Kickass Cupcakes in a couple of hours.

I'm okay with being awake.

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[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

That's excellent!

I had an amazingly long dream about Loki...a considerably less Marvel-like version, one was cruel in inventive ways, but also capped the dream by transforming a version of Thor he'd cursed in babyhood back to an adult so that he could participate in some sort of punchline Loki had just invented, ie: "Too bad you won't appreciate this 'till you're older again...oh, fuck it."

The night before, meanwhile, I dreamed about this very specific landscape I visit every now and then, which is simultaneously wild and unforgiving yet somehow familiar--a bit like Scotland, a bit like Tasmania, a bit like Northern Ontario. There are cliffs and a lake, woods with pine-needle carpeting and big rocks, an overhanging, dark and varicoloured sky, lots of grey and green and black, with vast ruined buildings and weirdly decayed small-town streets. Sometimes I wonder whether this is someplace I'm going to end up, and if so, if I really want to. There's not a lot of company.

dark and varicoloured sky,

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Mmmm, that dream landscape of yours sounds great. Boy will you get chills if you ever do find yourself in a place that matches it.

[sovay]

That's excellent!

Thank you!

The night before, meanwhile, I dreamed about this very specific landscape I visit every now and then, which is simultaneously wild and unforgiving yet somehow familiar--a bit like Scotland, a bit like Tasmania, a bit like Northern Ontario. There are cliffs and a lake, woods with pine-needle carpeting and big rocks, an overhanging, dark and varicoloured sky, lots of grey and green and black, with vast ruined buildings and weirdly decayed small-town streets.

I like that you have recurring landscapes. Mine are mostly cities.

Sometimes I wonder whether this is someplace I'm going to end up, and if so, if I really want to. There's not a lot of company.

Now that sounds like one of your characters.