From the dedication page of The Darkangel:
To Joy, Carnell, and Dr. Green,
this dream of the Moon
-Meredith Ann Pierce

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[Yue has a series of bad dreams after reading a fantasy novel, featuring various people he knows in place of the novel's characters.]

And this one, that is weirdly appropriate again. Seattle is home.

( How the sky changes... )

~I am sticking a bunch of old poems in here so that I don't lose them. This one is super anguished.

( An old poem, but one I still like enough not to backdate. )

"Inspired" by my favorite Edna St. Millay poem, "Rosemary"

For the sake of all the things
That I want to restore
I will write new stories
Using old folklore,
Earl Grey, hot, with bergamot
Will be the tea I pour.

For the sake of faded things
That could be bright again
I won't use an umbrella
against the Seattle rain
I will scribble renga,
and sonnets, and cinquain.

Many things are built upon
What once was everyday.
For the sake of humorous
hyperbole that's gone away
I will learn to curse with "Struth!"
and "The devil you say!".

-Sedoka-

( poem )