* For a full list of publication credits in poetry and fiction, see my profile.
MANIFESTO
Unrepentant insomniac, medievalist-in-training, published writer, armchair anarchist, & tea addict. Any questions?
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Chronicler's Hymn
I remember then and now. What I recall is the cold, how it crept into my fingers as they cramped upon the keys. And those words I loosed upon the unsuspecting air with only you to hear were all the joy I could afford. For the young and the dying, the old and the prying, I'd have sought it some long while, far longer than I shouted that these sorrows were enough. I thought,
There will come a day when this is done, and though I may not be the one to end it, I will have seen it through:
I will have fought.
* From my first full collection, Lost Books, which is forthcoming from Flipped Eye Press in late 2009.