(these poems are just drafts, but in some nether-space of feeling they are both complete and incomplete) Absence and Dreams, Roots and Branches Here’s a chalice. I’m in Dixie. Alchemy is much scarier than “alchemists” say. It doesn’t ever happen. Electrical cords happen. A screen-saver comes over the eyes: clouds mangy cover the mountains. They [...]
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OK, hopefully this will help. I found this snippet on a book panel re: SXSW that I thought was illuminating in regards to some of the attendant issues of authorship and culture that I’ve danced around in previous posts: # An author is no longer an individual working in a room alone, but the leader [...]
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As noted on my Appearances page (quick, look above you), I’ll be reading w/ three other fabulous writers under the aegis of “The Ways We Come of Age”, 6:00 at the UVA Bookstore. I’ll be around all weekend in town, and at the Author’s Reception for the VA Festival of the Book, so feel free [...]
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Charlie Jane Anders has a very thoughtful essay at io9 entitled “Is ‘Science Fiction Humanism’ A Contradiction In Terms?”: But is science fiction really humanist? Much of science fiction turns out to be about exploring our vast cosmos, and expanding our being. From this quest, one of two outcomes often arises: 1) We meet something [...]
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Vulpine Orders This verse is not about the spider marrying the deer. That verse is to the left and then inside the chamber. Nor is this verse about the Quizno’s burned down by an evil story, which is still hovering in the smoke. (The verse is hovering in the smoke.) No verse about goose grease [...]
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