Life is skittles and life is beer
My poem "Ibis, Scribe" (Mythic Delirium #13) has been reprinted online as a featured poem, along with Constance Cooper's incredible "How the Sea People Mourn." Both are color-illustrated by Bob Snare. I don't read hieroglyphs, but I'm still very impressed with mine.
hans_the_bold has completed and submitted his dissertation. For this reason he hasn't been online in months, so I doubt he'll see this post for weeks (if at all), but he still gets a shout-out: he's worked so hard for his degree, and now I hope he'll start sleeping again. Samsuiluna's the man!
It's snowing. Why is it snowing? It was sunny and bright this morning, in the fragile upcoming-spring sort of way. Did I miss something—like, oh, summer?
Well, fortunately I like snow . . .
It's snowing. Why is it snowing? It was sunny and bright this morning, in the fragile upcoming-spring sort of way. Did I miss something—like, oh, summer?
Well, fortunately I like snow . . .

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And I love the twist, what she learns, that this perception is hers and not Chion’s. Maybe it seems there’s a possibly close connection in this one between narrator and writer. Great how we feel how hard it would be to live like this, seeing things like this, yet how much we want artists to draw it for us, this writer to bring this vision to life.
Just so long as it isn't us going crazy with the vision . . . ; )
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I'm reading Antigone. You have no idea how much my mood is improved by Greek tragedy.
(And on the off chance that I'll have an opportunity to talk about retellings in the orals, I am also re-reading Anouilh.)
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---L.
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---L.
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Oh, and you rock too.
---L.
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