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All that you touch, and all that you see, all that you taste, all you feel.
And all that you love, and all that you hate, all you distrust, all that you save.
And all that you give, and all that you deal, and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal.
And all you create, and all you destroy, and all that you do, and all that you say.
All that you eat, and everyone you meet, and all that you slight, and everyone you fight.
And all that is now, and all that is gone, and all that's to come,
and everything under the Sun is in tune
but the Sun is eclipsed by the Moon.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Right Back Out

Sent "What the Sea Sends" to Weird Tales. They only publish a few poems, but what the heck. Nothing ventured nothing gained.

2 comments:

Stewart Sternberg said...

Good luck on the poem. I think the poetry in horror is always a difficult sell and sometimes a difficult swallow. Still, there is definitely a place for it.

Steve Buchheit said...

Stewart, yes it is. Although this poem is more toward the fantasy than the dark fantasy side of things. It's mostly the implications of the poem that dive toward the dark side.

Also, glad to see you here. :)