We heard this song from the banks of the river where the green glass siren slept
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.
I got out of bed and found my poems "Blueshift" (for
I'm okay with being awake.

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I don't know why I never remember to send poetry to Not One of Us... If "The Golden Stringed Guitar" fails there, I should shine one up and send it.
Speaking of which, MD still reading? I should go check.
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Yay!
Nine
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Er -- Unless there's something you're not telling me, I'm pretty sure that "Blueshift" was accepted by Goblin Fruit earlier today.
(I am extremely amused.)
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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,
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I would make Kate Beaton's "Awww Yissss" duck into an icon, to use on occasions like these, but... it's just not that photogenic, alas.
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I raise a pint of cheap, cheap, cheap rainbow sherbet to you.
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and all our hearts were kept warm
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(cool beans on the poetry)
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I hope you have a good evening.
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(Which may or may not be tonight :-P)
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