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It's much too good a story not to tell
My poems "אש לבנה חרותה באש שחורה" and "If it will help you think of me as Sappho" are now online in the debut, queer-themed issue of Blossomry. The Hebrew means "white fire engraved with black fire" and is one of the traditional rabbinic (Shimon ben Lakish, c. 200 CE) descriptions of the Torah which in characteristic fashion I discovered through the science fiction of Phyllis Gotlieb. The antecedents of the second poem should be present in the title. Both are one-line poems, which I had never written before this summer.
The rest of the issue is small and excellent, featuring both usual suspects and strangers to me. I am totally in favor of a tradition of Halloween-published poems, although having just watched something of a cautionary tale about poets in between running downstairs to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters (whom I have been mostly spotting from my office window, lights on and shades up so that they can see that someone is home, since the front stoop light is on a motion sensor and therefore cannot be left on like a lighthouse for roving packs of children dressed primarily as superheroes this year; this system has been working, but it totally makes me feel like some sort of silhouetted recluse), I am perhaps a little more mordantly amused than the occasion directly warrants.
"You're a poet. You'd have to put it in a poem. It's much too good a story not to tell."
The rest of the issue is small and excellent, featuring both usual suspects and strangers to me. I am totally in favor of a tradition of Halloween-published poems, although having just watched something of a cautionary tale about poets in between running downstairs to hand out candy to trick-or-treaters (whom I have been mostly spotting from my office window, lights on and shades up so that they can see that someone is home, since the front stoop light is on a motion sensor and therefore cannot be left on like a lighthouse for roving packs of children dressed primarily as superheroes this year; this system has been working, but it totally makes me feel like some sort of silhouetted recluse), I am perhaps a little more mordantly amused than the occasion directly warrants.
"You're a poet. You'd have to put it in a poem. It's much too good a story not to tell."