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Star*Line open to subs
Star*line is only open to subs in January and July, so if you have a SF poem to submit, you’d best hurry with that final polishing. And good luck!
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Visiting Europe
The stink of impermance chokes meas the grand cathedral liesthat it will stand forever,piercing heaven. The land that closes round it is brokenby the plough; made youngby blood and terror; by memoryrenewed. I am too old to stand, here,with my bones of ancient dustfrom the country of the Dreaming,crying for my home.
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Serial Reader
It’s hard to miss that publishers are pushing series novels. It’s particularly weird in cosy mysteries where the intrepid amateur sleuth encounters so many dead bodies over the course of the novels that they ought to be in therapy or otherwise confined for the safety of the community. I imagine that the logic for publishers is…
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The Northbury Papers by Joanne Dobson
I picked up a copy of The Northbury Papers for a dollar from a local secondhand bookstore and read it over the weekend–and thoroughly enjoyed it. For a second book in a series, there were no problems in picking up characters, setting and events. In fact, and strangely, I’m disinclined to go back and read…
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Snippets
Occasionally a snippet of poetry will insist on being written, but then, despite raving and praying, nothing else arrives. The snippet is consigned to the pages of my notebook, surrounded by scribbles and crossings out. I’ve been working around this one for months: Silent lie the dragon bones,fossilised footprints,seashells in mountains. I love the sound,…