A raincloud, a crane on the wing
So a lot of today was dreadful. Here are the things that were not!
1. My poem "The Excavation of Troy" is now online at Apex Magazine #65. It was written on the train to New York in February; I finished it just as we passed New Rochelle. And so it was that Schliemann dug for twenty-two years at Hisarlık and never found the Iliad.
2. My poem "Something Different from Either" has been accepted by Ideomancer. It is a Fisher King poem, written in May when I was trying to write about trees. I think I may have written it during a PMRP meeting.
3. The anthology Mythic Delirium, otherwise known as the collected first year of the digital magazine, is now available from a host of usual suspects in both print and e-form. It contains my poem "Cuneiform Toast" and rest of it is nearly a roll call of the field. But not quite, which is why I can't wait for the next year's anthology. In the meantime: read this one!
4. A package came in the mail yesterday. When carefully unwrapped of its red paper and pendant stone heart, it proved to contain a set of small lacquered wooden dishes with an inlaid motif of cranes in mother-of-pearl. (Also one of those little red cellophane fish that curls in the palm of your hand in a supposedly oracular manner.) It was an early birthday present from
yhlee. The design and the lacquer are beautiful. I have placed them painstakingly out of reach of the cats!
5. Happy birthday,
shirei_shibolim!
I like all of those.
1. My poem "The Excavation of Troy" is now online at Apex Magazine #65. It was written on the train to New York in February; I finished it just as we passed New Rochelle. And so it was that Schliemann dug for twenty-two years at Hisarlık and never found the Iliad.
2. My poem "Something Different from Either" has been accepted by Ideomancer. It is a Fisher King poem, written in May when I was trying to write about trees. I think I may have written it during a PMRP meeting.
3. The anthology Mythic Delirium, otherwise known as the collected first year of the digital magazine, is now available from a host of usual suspects in both print and e-form. It contains my poem "Cuneiform Toast" and rest of it is nearly a roll call of the field. But not quite, which is why I can't wait for the next year's anthology. In the meantime: read this one!
4. A package came in the mail yesterday. When carefully unwrapped of its red paper and pendant stone heart, it proved to contain a set of small lacquered wooden dishes with an inlaid motif of cranes in mother-of-pearl. (Also one of those little red cellophane fish that curls in the palm of your hand in a supposedly oracular manner.) It was an early birthday present from
5. Happy birthday,
I like all of those.

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And hurrah for poem acceptance, and other beautiful things! Good panacea for the day.
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Hah. Thank you! Those may have been some of my feelings about Schliemann that somehow found their way into the poem.
And hurrah for poem acceptance, and other beautiful things! Good panacea for the day.
Definitely.