When the squall line quickened, the room
became aching. The room became wool. No god was there.
I’ve got two poems in the latest issue of Foundry — “Downburst” and “A Breviary.” You can find them both here. While you’re there, you’re going to want to stick around for a while and check out the whole issue — it’s really phenomenal, and I am grateful to be a part of it.