But we consulted maps from earlier days

[sovay]

Rabbit, rabbit! Along with autumn light, the change in months has brought my contributor's copy of Niteblade #21, containing a reprint of my poem "Phersu." This is the magazine where the full content becomes available online once the issue has reached its hard-costs goal, so my job in the meantime is to point you toward a very affordable PDF and mention that this poem, like "The Coast Guard," is one of the pieces of which I am still most proud. It appeared originally in Not One of Us #42. I wrote it after the naming of Vanth. I suppose it was an early ghost poem; the title is cognate with Latin persona. It is the Etruscan for "mask."

And now I am off to help my brother with innumerable boxes, although first I believe we're bringing him pizza. Given tonight's Hot Saturday at the HFA, I do not expect to be online much before tomorrow. I still don't liveblog.