MY HAUNTING IS A LOAMY SKELETON…
or so begins my new poem, Ekphrastic 22/The Drowning Girl, now up at Strange Horizons, as part of their special speculative poetry issue. It features a number of excellent poets, and poems (I recommend Jessy Randall’s Food Diary of Gark the Troll, and Rose Lemberg’s The Rotten Leaf Cantata).
When I first wrote Ekphrastic 22/The Drowning Girl, I said this about it:
…(an) ekphrasis made by the book I’m sharing my bed with now. The Drowning Girl by Caitlín R. Kiernan. It’s a haunting of a book; already it’s dredged up echoes in me. I dreamt with the light on last night, and felt the resounding truths all day at work (two pieces of sausage in a cup of soup, a ribcage in what I wish were the wind, empty bowls, crab forks). (Will write them down later.)
Anyway, many thanks to Sonya Taaffe for contacting me about this piece. I’m glad it’s found a home outside my skull (both bloggish and bone).