This is the way of the world: you get what you want and you’re just left wanting more. My first professionally published poem is now available through Strange Horizons. Needless to say, I am QUITE excited. Even so, it’s a quiet excitement. A spontaneous black hole excitement. At random points in the day, I’ll remember: someone gave me money for my words. My blog is no longer the only place that publishes me. That says something! Justification! I’m REAL. And then, after the blip of joy that inevitably follows such thoughts, I think moremoremore. Getting published is good incentive to keep trying to get published. It’s some sort of drug, I guess.
So. The poem. TATTERTONGUE:
Where have you been, Tattertongue?
lying with pelvis and ribcage
reading the mouth for
sugared ginger for
Why did you leave?
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Speaking of more, not long after this poem was released, I received another acceptance for another poem. Won’t say much about it now, except alien vampires.