These things are not the less poetry, quia carent vate sacro [because they lack a sacred bard]. They are the episodes of that cyclic poem written by Time upon the memories of men. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Recent Posts
- World Preeclampsia Day, some interviews & an upcoming reading in Ottawa
- Upcoming Events & ThanksBe
- Toxemia 2024: reviews & interviews & mentions
- Touring Toxemia: new book out now!
- Notes from a Charmed life
- Charm (or lost appendices)
- the shine
- Reviews, interviews, and so on.
- hush now, don’t explain
- Wobbled sprung readings
