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
Friday, March 13, 2009
Laughing in the Face of Friday the 13th
So, not to be thrown out of the groove and wallow in my own self pity, I did some Duotrope-fu and submitted A History of Lighting to Cat Rambo over at Fantasy Magazine. Good luck little story. Make Daddy proud.
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