how they headed for Xau
laden with panniers, dragging carts;
how aging draft horses galloped like foals
in their eagerness
- accompanied by Gary McCluskey's art!
- my son provided the title and comments that improved the poem :-)
- which is among my favorites
✏️📖🐉
how they headed for Xau
laden with panniers, dragging carts;
how aging draft horses galloped like foals
in their eagerness
- accompanied by Gary McCluskey's art!
- my son provided the title and comments that improved the poem :-)
- which is among my favorites
✏️📖🐉
- if you don't care for crudity, skip the following, which I deleted:
"This will hurt. Distract him."
"Ah--yes--what hurts more
than an arrow in your balls?"
"Leong removing an arrow
from your balls," said Li.
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- if you don't care for crudity, skip the following, which I deleted:
"This will hurt. Distract him."
"Ah--yes--what hurts more
than an arrow in your balls?"
"Leong removing an arrow
from your balls," said Li.
✏️📖🐉
- a grim poem
- for those keeping count of Xau's guards: seven not nine ride into battle with Xau, because 1. Atun is dead. 2. Leong, though this is not stated in the text, is working with Memnor's surgeons to triage and treat the wounded.
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- a grim poem
- for those keeping count of Xau's guards: seven not nine ride into battle with Xau, because 1. Atun is dead. 2. Leong, though this is not stated in the text, is working with Memnor's surgeons to triage and treat the wounded.
✏️📖🐉
Never his queen,
never the only one he bedded,
but the one he'd befriended, his Rose.
- this is the last time Rose is named
- but she's mentioned later in Convergence "both bringing a woman with them"
- just as the first time we met her, she's accompanying Donal to war
Never his queen,
never the only one he bedded,
but the one he'd befriended, his Rose.
- this is the last time Rose is named
- but she's mentioned later in Convergence "both bringing a woman with them"
- just as the first time we met her, she's accompanying Donal to war
- first published in Uppagus
- drew on a poem of mine, "I Will Not," published in Ship of Fools in 2005, which begins:
I will not think of you fondly
when you are far away.
I will not burn my breakfast toast
because I saw your photo on the wall
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- first published in Uppagus
- drew on a poem of mine, "I Will Not," published in Ship of Fools in 2005, which begins:
I will not think of you fondly
when you are far away.
I will not burn my breakfast toast
because I saw your photo on the wall
✏️📖🐉
- first published in Heroic Fantasy Quarterly
New griefs layered
over old ones.
- life, if you live long enough
- but there are also new joys layered over old ones, e.g. seeing parenthood from the other side
- also, this poem shows that Feng became a king's guard
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- first published in Heroic Fantasy Quarterly
New griefs layered
over old ones.
- life, if you live long enough
- but there are also new joys layered over old ones, e.g. seeing parenthood from the other side
- also, this poem shows that Feng became a king's guard
✏️📖
- the second of Keng's lessons with the dragon that we see. The reader is left to imagine the missing lessons
- this one is meant partly as light relief between darker poems
- but, also, dragon! I am fond of this dragon
✏️📖🐉
- the second of Keng's lessons with the dragon that we see. The reader is left to imagine the missing lessons
- this one is meant partly as light relief between darker poems
- but, also, dragon! I am fond of this dragon
✏️📖🐉
- the much longer first draft began:
Later,
a bard would add a coda
to his battle song:
The flames' high leap,
smoke rising toward stars.
The dead arrayed in armored glory
on the funeral pyre.
Warriors ringed round,
raising an anthem
to fallen heroes.
Lies. They did not sing....
- the much longer first draft began:
Later,
a bard would add a coda
to his battle song:
The flames' high leap,
smoke rising toward stars.
The dead arrayed in armored glory
on the funeral pyre.
Warriors ringed round,
raising an anthem
to fallen heroes.
Lies. They did not sing....
- from the point of view of Gul, the Imperial Envoy's "pretty boy" mentioned in the previous poem
- another very dark poem, this one with light mixed in
A tenderness, a gentleness,
certain as daybreak,
sure as an anchor,
calling Gul home.
- echoes "The Demon's Crew" from earlier
- from the point of view of Gul, the Imperial Envoy's "pretty boy" mentioned in the previous poem
- another very dark poem, this one with light mixed in
A tenderness, a gentleness,
certain as daybreak,
sure as an anchor,
calling Gul home.
- echoes "The Demon's Crew" from earlier
All well here. It's a Saturday and therefore not a writing day, but I wrote because I wanted to and had a Good Time (left to some nebulous future point, the question of whether it will be fun for readers).
All well here. It's a Saturday and therefore not a writing day, but I wrote because I wanted to and had a Good Time (left to some nebulous future point, the question of whether it will be fun for readers).