Ideomancer (an awesome online speculative fiction magazine) just published my poem “A Kindness of Ravens” on their website!
This one is free and ready-to-go for your reading pleasure here.
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This is the blurb I wrote describing the poem. It’s on the Ideomancer site too:
“A Kindness of Ravens” was inspired by the visits I made to see my grandmother at the UBC Hospital and the cranes (birds) and cranes (machines) all over campus. I imagined Raven, trickster deity of the Haida, forming a kindness of ravens with my grandmother when she died, rather than one of the actual collective nouns for ravens: an unkindness. There is also a pandemonium of other avian literary allusions in the poem. Comment if you can find them!
As you may have noticed, I am posting things again on Write with Lightning after the successful conclusion of yet another journey overseas. I’ve travelled a lot, and I am always tempted immediately after a trip to write about it. I had less inclination to write a narrative of my time in Ireland because I already wrote it in my Wanderlust Ireland blog, but I still wanted to write about travel in general and my experiences as a world traveller—that is, the customs I absorb and the people whose lives I visited. I don’t have anything more profound to tell you about the famous sights I’ve seen than anyone else who has also seen them. The Eiffel Tower is brown. The Circus Maximus is a beer bottle littered field. Oscar Wilde’s grave is covered in lipstick kisses. Angkor Wat is old. Bethlehem is a slum. Continue reading
Why’s woolgathering less respected than the other arts?
To have the skill to spin from idleness unicorns, globes,
Grey whales, and vampires deserves (and has received) the praise
Of generations (though of mostly day dreaming children).
We learn about ourselves through what we wish we were and can be…
If only in dreams.