Anyone know of any poetry markets that collapse around dark science fiction?

Sean Bean is playing Eddard Stark in HBO's Game of Thrones mini-series.

All I can say, is...


WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Placed a flash to Star*Line's prose issue;  more work live at AlienSkin Magazine, here and here.

So it goes.

Picked up a copy-editing job. While it's not the most tedious thing in the world, it runs a close fourth behind watching Galapagos Island tortoises have sex, grass growing, and paint-drying. Pay's good, and it's keeping me busy. Still, I empathize now with ol' Bart the scrivener

Couple of my works have gone live. "The Fire," a horror flash, is now on Byzarium. My poems "Of Warmth, of Dragons," and "The Price" are at Niteblade Fantasy and Horror.


Off to scribble.

Still little to report, but at least now we have rain. My god, do we. It's finally feeling like Florida again.

Quiet month as far as publishing goes. Strange Horizons held two of my poems for consideration but eventually rejected them, which is a plus for me, as I've never gotten anything more than stock rejections from them. More acceptances from Niteblade, and still waiting to hear the final word back from Sounds of the Night, GUD, and a few others.

June will see two poems in Niteblade, two flash fictions in AlienSkin Magazine, and a flash fiction in the farewell issue of Byzarium.

Little to report. Dark clouds and wind today but the rain we need just isn't coming. Going on 28 days, now. 

Placed a poem to the Sping '10 issue of Illumen. I'm happy about that. One less red market on Duotrope for me to wonder over.

Summer is here, and I'm in a fugue. Sleeping  'til noon, Warcraft and the beach for hours.

I need to get back into the swing of writing; my list of farmed pieces on Duotrope has dwindled to a few 100-day and 70-day waits from GUD, Illumen, and Strange Horizons.

God, it's hard getting back into it. Like trying to push a car uphill while shifting gears.

2 remaining, all complete tomorrow. Let the summer come, by Crom.

Final exams tomorrow through Wednesday. Drinking and merriment on Wednesday following completion of exams and birthday festivities. Writing resumes Thursday (thank G--).

Because I am

so close to dreaming

I can see her,

 

a shape sketched

lightly with the dark, her

milk-pale face
to mine.

 

Only certain mornings

when sleep still haunts

the empty cathedrals

behind my eyes

can I see her—

 

lover-ghost, eldritch terror;

I treasure
each new scar

she gives me.


I wrote this at four in the morning, waking up absolutely dying of thirst from strange fever-dreams. I had a bunch of poems fluttering around in my head and this is one I netted; it's crude, but it's one of those dream-poems that I rarely have, and I like it.

Last day of classes was today. Final exams next week, and then it's freedom.
 

Another of my horrorku was placed to the November '09 print edition of SCIFAIKUEST.

Last two weeks of the semester are in my gunsights; my last and longest final is on my birthday, 4/29. What an AWESOME gift that will be.

Tornado watch in the area 'til 2.

Just read "A Spartan Boy" by Ellie Biswell on Strange Horizons. Cute poem, but it seems out of place there.

"I always do the first line well, but I have trouble doing the others."


Story of my life.

Catching up on some research projects. Cleared the last few papers, and all that seems to be left are final exams -- I've got about two weeks of prep for those.

Off to mix an apple vinegar / water concoction to dab on my sunburn.

I'm pleased to announce that my poem "Of Warmth, of Dragons" will be the "cover" of the June 2009 issue of Niteblade, to be painted by the brilliant Marge Simon.

Got most of my papers out of the way. One left to write before midnight tonite. On it.

Byzarium is closing its doors.

I might need to find a new home for my horror flash "The Fire," which was slated to be published there. :(

*edit*

I take it back -- I'm not sad. Still going to make the May issue. :D

I can smell my hair burning.

One down, one half-way there, two to go.

:)

*edit*

Nothing to see here, people. Move along.

Just got word that two of my poems will be placed to Niteblade Fantasy and Horror Magazine's June and / or September issue. Yay! I haven't published poetry since I was... what, 19? Feels good to shake off the rust.

I've been wondering of late how many writers have made careers out of the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling/inspiration.

Much of the stuff I've placed was written in the throes of such powerful feeling. This, however, gives me pause, because I don't feel in control over the writing itself.

I guess it comes down to what was hashed over in my "Artist or Craftsman" entry -- inspiration follows from disciplined writing as an inevitability, so, in a way, a writer who cultivates a strong work ethic will never lack for fuel.

I seem to be in crunchtime again. Four research papers to write, another leadership project to research and plan, and of couse, on top of it all, the reading.

Wrote a little between reading Lovecraft and Thoreau:


What they saw
With mirror and glass
Through a trillion miles
Of hungry dark
And vagrant light
Made the weakest
Faint dead away—

A portent in Primes
Descending
On Light-wrapped feet
Ever so softly
Sol-ward:

We see;

We come
To stay.