In other news, it is snowing here in Tennessee. Surely the end times are upon us. It’s actually incredibly frustrating driving here when it snows, because (1) there’s no infrastructure in place to do anything sensible like plow or salt or sand the roads and (2) everybody freaks out because it’s the end of the world and we’re all going to die and (3) nobody knows how to drive in it. I’m convinced that I’m in more danger driving in the 2 inches of snowfall we probably got here than I would be in a blizzard in Canada.
Last week, 55 word stories posted my (you guessed it) 55 word story, “The First Time” and I
noticed that the Big Toe Review had posted my poem “Personal” (scroll down) sometime in the last few months, presumably while we were moving.
A few poems have appeared since I last updated: a scipo pantoum, “Settler’s Song” in Strange Horizons, a scipo free verse thing, “The Translator” in Ultraverse, and two poems in Big Toe Review (but turn on your pop-up blocker), “Everyman” and “Muffler Men and Uniroyal Girls.” (If you only read one other poem/flash thing at Big Toe, read Pat Daneman’s “Trust” at the bottom of the page.)
I got my copy of To Find Us: Words and Images of Halifax. I have a whopping six lines in there. It was really cool reading through it, and recognizing half of the names and half of the people in the pictures, though it made me a bit homesick. Also, Strange Horizons posted my poem “First Contact” and has accepted another, as has Big Toe Review and Ultraverse E-Zine.