I rarely share things before they are done. However, it is snowing, so I guess that is a good enough reason.
Here is a poetry snippet.
We slither formless and mad into the vortex
And the river of souls bears us into eternity
Caught between atom and quasar
Pale eons and translucent seconds pass as one, tangled and shifting
We come in time to a burning paradise
The elders spoke of this realm
They carved its myth into stone
They cast the stone into the sea
And we fall silent when we reach that place
Where tomorrow and yesterday meet
And abominations shuffle into shadow, fleeing the sallow light of a dying sun
The dead and the unborn are waiting for you
Their mad, broken god
If you want to see more, the entire, finished version of this piece will be included in the Tuesletter, along with flash fiction from Peter N. Dudar, an article from April Hawks, and a surprise guest post from another local author. So, yes, I am doing this to get subscribers. However, we want to stuff this with killer content, rather than just be all sales-pitchy. Also, hoping some will just enjoy this as is, even if you don’t sign up.
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