A Little Chaos and A Sickly Speaker Poem up at Anti-

68º ~ some kind of blessing after the storms, a cool, cool day with very little humidity, tho lots of sun and a sweet, sweet breeze


A weekend trip to the in-laws culminated in returning home to find a wee bit of storm damage.  This was the subtle kind of damage that didn't make itself apparent right away.  No, instead, we surveyed the yard and the roofs and found all intact after Saturday's severe thunderstorms and strong winds.  Only later did we learn we'd suffered the dreaded "surge" and our heating & A/C unit's "board" was blown, so no fan action.  Also, our refrigerator was fried and something in our alarm system is messed up.  All other major appliances intact, and the fridge was 10 years old.  So, repairs and replacements are in the works.

In happier news, the new issue of Anti- is up, and it is stellar, simply stellar.  I'm so happy that one of the sickly speaker poems makes an appearance.  In fact, "The Alchemy of My Mortal Form" is one of the first of the poems from that series.  You can read about the drafting process for this specific poem here.

Today, my plan is to sort through the current drafts of any angry sisters poems and see if I can revise & polish any of them into submittable form.  I've got most of the sickly speaker poems that haven't already found a home circulating, and to tell the truth, I'd sort of forgotten the next step with the angry sisters.  Their poems were simply gathering weight.  Now, onward with the whittling and the tweaking.

Hope everyone has survived storm and fire and all our other current plagues in one piece.