I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Oregon seems to agree with her

Frequent commentor and all around nice person with blue hair to boot, Camille Alexa (aka, littlebird blue), has been making a tear through the publishing world. All good stuff. Space westerns, sports stories, even publishing ghost lesbian porn poetry (well, it was a kiss, from what she says, but tongues were involved). Plus things about kissing robots, which is total geek porn poetry. Hmm, there seems to be a thread there...

I'm sorry, where was I?

Oh, yeah. Congrats on the sales, Camille. You rock.

2 comments:

Camille Alexa said...

You crack me up, SeƱor Buchheit. Thanks for the sweet words.

Steve Buchheit said...

No problem, littlebird blue. You rock. I think the flowers blooming in your yard are the physical manifestation of your life blooming. May they keep coming and surprizing you.