The double issue of the Journal of Mythic Arts is up–packed with goodness, as always.
The difference is this time I have a poem there–my first one in that august publication. And I think it’s one of the best I’ve ever written, so please do go take a look:
In other news, I had intense dreams all night (one involving rosefox, who lived by a big lake, and stood at the foot of a tree surrounded by grey cats and offered me a pomegranate) and managed to throw out my shoulder while sleeping. I am old, old, old. I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Fuck those mermaids, though, they’re a bunch of deliberately obscure snobs.