Still alive!

Still low-energy and recovering, but still alive. My accomplishments today: my first walk since coming down sick on May 1, and a shower. Livin' large. My body is uncertain about the walk being a good idea, but I'm sure it'll come around eventually.

Elayna yesterday: "Happy Mother's Day even though I'm sick and you didn't get any gifts." Aw kid. Yes, she's down with it now. Judah had it last week, and Adam's done with it, so at least this'll be the end of this particular ick in the household - and at least she wasn't sick on SAT day!

Mother's Day shopping was apparently a comedy of errors. She tried to get me the "Shut Up, Shinji" t-shirt that Topato must've only been offering for like a month. So no gift from her, as she has to choose something currently available. But I love that she wanted to get me that. Adam ordered me a book, but then got the inter-library loan pickup notice on that selfsame book (he mostly picks up my library books, because the library is on his way home). I also use my wishlist as a remember-to-request-this-from-the-library list. I read fast and don't have money. So.

Judah made me GF s'mores pancakes and the breakfast potatoes I love; the guys suggested brunch out, but Judah's food is better than any restaurant food, plus my house is less crowded than a restaurant and I don't have to wear shoes. Also, on Saturday, Judah painted the rest of the stairwell and upstairs hallway. So I regard this as a pretty good Mother's Day weekend regardless.

Right. Enough internet procrastination. I should (hopefully, brain permitting) get to writing.

How to Flirt in Fairyland and The Moment of Change

Originally posted by samhenderson at How to Flirt in Fairyland and The Moment of Change

News of two exciting speculative poetry publications! 

FIT THE FIRST

Claire Cooney’s first collection, How to Flirt in Fairyland, is out from Papaveria Press and available at Amazon.com.  

As well as being an outstanding poet of the fantastic, Claire Cooney is a performer of the first order. I saw her recite the Goblin Fruit-published “Sedna” at World Fantasy in Saratoga Springs, and the Rhysling-winning “The Sea King’s Second Bride” in San Diego – well, “recite” is a poor, pale word for what she does; she occupies a poem in the telling of it.  She’s a balladeer, a raconteur, an irresistible liar in the best sense.  Since we live in the future, I don’t see why every copy shouldn’t have a little holographic Claire Cooney included with it, ready to read it to you. BUT buy it anyway, because these poems sing in the mind in a very wicked way.  She has the rare and old-fashion gift of weaving rhymes so that they enhance the story rather than making it something to untangle, and they haunt, precious, they haunt.

FIT THE SECOND

The Moment of Change, the first collection of feminist speculation poetry, collected and edited by Rose Lemberg and published by Aqueduct Press is now available. 

“In these pages you will find works in a variety of genres—works that can be labeled mythic, fantastic, science fictional, historical, surreal, magic realist, and unclassifiable; poems by people of color and white folks; by poets based in the US, Canada, Britain, India, Spain, and the Philippines; by first- and second-generation immigrants; by the able-bodied and the disabled; by straight and queer poets who may identify as women, men, trans, and genderqueer.” – from the Introduction

Ursula K. Le Guin, Werewomen
Nicole Kornher-Stace, Harvest Season
Eliza Victoria, Prayer
Shweta Narayan, Cave-smell
Theodora Goss, The Witch
Amal El-Mohtar, On the Division of Labour
J.C. Runolfson, The Birth of Science Fiction
Kristine Ong Muslim, Resurrection of a Pin Doll
Lawrence Schimel, Kristallnacht
Cassandra Phillips-Sears, The Last Yangtze River Dolphin
Peg Duthie, The Stepsister
Catherynne M. Valente, The Girl with Two Skins
Theodora Goss, Binnorie
Nandini Dhar, Learning to Locate Colors in Grey: Kiran Talks About Her Brothers
Rachel Manija Brown, River of Silk
JoSelle Vanderhooft, The King’s Daughters
Lisa Bradley, The Haunted Girl
Mary Alexandra Agner, Tertiary
Sara Amis, Owling
Athena Andreadis, Spacetime Geodesics
Lisa Bradley, In Defiance Of Sleek-Armed androids
Sofía Rhei, Cinderella
Alex Dally MacFarlane, Beautifully Mutilated, Instantly Antiquated
Shweta Narayan, Epiphyte
Elizabeth R. McClellan, Down Cycles
H.E.L Gurney, She Was
Kelly Pflug-Back, My Bones’ Cracked Abacus
Kat Dixon, Nucleometry                                                                                                         
N. A’Yara Stein, It’s All In The Translation
Sally Rosen Kindred, Sabrina, Borne
Adrienne J. Odasso, The Hyacinth Girl
Delia Sherman, Snow White to the Prince
Phyllis Gotlieb, The Robot’s Daughter
Vandana Singh, Syllables of Old Lore
Greer Gilman, She Undoes
Emily Jiang, Self-Portrait
Ki Russel, The Antlered Woman Responds
Catherynne M. Valente, The Oracle at Miami
Athena Andreadis, Night Patrol
Koel Mukherjee, Sita Reflects
Lorraine Schoen, Hypatia/Divided
Sharon Mock, Machine Dancer
C.W. Johnson, Towards a Feminist Algebra
Jo Walton, Blood Poem IV
Meena Kandasamy, Six Hours of Chastity
Samantha Henderson, Berry Cobbler
Sofía Rhei, Bluebeard Possibilities
Sheree Renee Thomas, Old Scratch poem featuring River
Elizabeth R. McClellan, The Sea Witch Talks Show Business
Ranjani Murali, Chants for Type: Skull-Cap Donner at Center-One Mall
Sonya Taaffe, Madonna of the Cave
Jeannelle Ferreira, Anniversaries
Rebecca Korvo, Handwork
Patricia Monaghan, Journey To The Mountains Of The Hag
Ari Berk, Pazerik Burial on the Ukok Plateau
Neile Graham, Dsonoqua Daughters
Sonya Taaffe, Matlacihuatl’s Gift
Ellen Wehle, Once I No Longer Lived Here
Yoon Ha Lee, Art Lessons
JT Stewart, Say My Name
Amal El-Mohtar, Pieces
Sofia Samatar, The Year of Disasters
C. S. E. Cooney, The Last Crone on the Moon
Minal Hajratwala, Archaeology of the Present
Jennifer McGowan, Mara Speaks
JT Stewart, Ceremony
April Grant, Trenchcoat
Tara Barnett, Star Reservation
Mary Alexandra Agner, Old Enough
Nisi Shawl, Transbluency: An Antiprojection Chant

And if THAT TOC isn’t enough, I will tell you that my poem comprises my mother-in-law’s very excellent cobbler recipe, in case you have extra berries about.