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April 1st Fiction Swap: Feb 14 midnight deadline
Torn World lowers registration age
Poetry Fishbowl Report for Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Torn Tongue: Interrogative Adverbs
All polls are currently open for voting in the 2011 Rose & Bay Awards.
Torn World news: My poem "Invincible Wisdom" has been approved and will be posted as canon. "The Sky Rangers" and "Clouds in the Morning" (fiction) and "The Archivist's Eye" (poetry) are under consideration with the canon board. Eshra's story "Cutting Time" is in revision with my first-reader Doug. I'm currently working on a draft of Fala's coming-of-age story, "Cutting Cords and Clasping Hands," which is getting bigger than I expected; I wrote about 6,000 words on that yesterday.
One epic is currently open for sponsorship. "A Periodic Table of Elementals" is ahead of production. This is science fantasy.
If you've read some of the earlier Monster House poems, "Sticky Fingers" and "Secondhand Sight," you know that the family grows over time. For Valentine's Day, I'm pleased to present a poem about discovering the pregnancy. Poem sponsored by janetmiles. Series sponsor ladymondegreen.
The monster from the closet shook me awake,
his clawed hand careful but urgent on my shoulder.
"You better get to the bathroom,"
he said to me.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes,
peering blearily through the window
at the pale yellow sky.
"Why?" I mumbled.
"Your sweetheart needs you," he said,
dragging me toward the bedroom door
without even letting me grab a bathrobe.
"What time's it?" I said.
"What's so important?"
"The sun rose ten minutes ago,"
said the monster from the closet,
"which means that it is morning now."
the sound of retching
came through the bathroom door.
I ran the rest of the way.
Is anyone here actively involved in the ACEO movement right now, to answer questions about what the people who are already doing them value? If we do this, we want to do it in a way the community (or communities) already using them will find respectful.
I have previously toyed with the idea of doing some ACEO cards with my poetry, so I'm intrigued by this.
Deborah P. Kolodji announced this recently:
Just to let you know that one of my Martian rover haiku is now up at the
Mainichi Daily News (an English language newspaper from Japan):
At first they just watched, but soon Fala found herself swept up the the dance. She frisked around the circle, her hands in the air, feet flashing through quick high steps. Her hair escaped from its ribbons and stuck to her sweaty face, but Fala didn't care. It was all exhilirating.
Eventually Fala wore herself out and flopped down on a bench to rest. Her eyes still followed the dancers as they wove and leaped against a backdrop of golden flames. One in particular caught her attention, a tall young man with powerful muscles that humped and stretched as he moved. His skin gleamed like bronze in the firelight. Black hair framed his face as he paused to flash her a wide white grin. In that moment, she could see his eyes too, a pale hazel almost the color of raakorn. Then he spun away and vanished in the swirl of bodies. Fala sighed.
"That's Dareg," said a smooth voice as someone sat down beside her. "He's quite popular with the women, though you're a bit young for him yet."
Fala turned to see an equally handsome man sharing her bench. "He smiled at me," she said.
"He smiles at everyone."
"Would you smile at me?" Fala said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
He did, a beautiful big smile framed by dimples. It made Fala's heart flutter. "Gladly," said the man. "I'm Karavai, ranger of Itrelir."
"Fala," she said, then remembered to add, "ranger of Itadesh."