She shook a black tambourine in my seasick dreams
My poem "Antique Water Magic" is now online at inkscrawl. The title comes from a pair of earrings by
elisem; Denis Forkas' "The Triton's Mirror" also played a part. This is the liminal issue and it does not stint on all sorts of voices between. Bogi Takács is guest-editing the next issue, "Atypical Weather": I look forward to that already. In the meantime, check this one out!
I think I slept last night. I don't think it was for more than a couple of hours. The cats whined, scratched, and occasionally hurled themselves at the bedroom door until we finally let them in, at which point the jackhammers woke up for the day and so did I. The neighbors across the street will have to run out of driveway eventually, right?
I think I slept last night. I don't think it was for more than a couple of hours. The cats whined, scratched, and occasionally hurled themselves at the bedroom door until we finally let them in, at which point the jackhammers woke up for the day and so did I. The neighbors across the street will have to run out of driveway eventually, right?

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Thank you!