Waiting for the Oxford Book of Short Poems

My heart sank when I read the first few pages of Deadtown. I don’t like dream scenes, not even demon infested ones. Fortunately, the action quickly moves to the “real” world–a paranormally enriched Boston–and things become interesting. The heroine, Vicky, is a neat balance between tough competence and vulnerability. There is romantic tension, political tension…

I was just cleaning up my profile, making sure I put commas where necessary to separate links, etc when it suddenly struck me how weird it was to tag my life. Interests, movies, music, books–click on a tag and see other people’s matching self-description. Instant connection or white noise? What a strange idea, finding kinship…

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!

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.