Across the plains of the imagination,
What terrifying creature
With head and neck of snake and body of a thousand arms and eyes
Slithers forward to the realms of reality,
Waiting to be spread?

Anticipation builds.
Come forth, child, pathogen of the mind.
You are wanted and desired.
Naglaeria fowleri, this imposter, envies how you burrow
Into the heads of all who come upon you.

The poem reappears, and the poem grows. It’ll be done when a certain project comes to fruition. Whenever that is. So the longer the poem gets, the longer this project is taking. Let’s hope I can post the final verse soon, shall we?

Also, sorry I’ve been so quiet since last Sunday and haven’t posted anything since. There’s plenty going on behind the scenes that I can’t speak of yet, including the above project. Doing so before it’s time would just be problematic. But I’m hard at work on stories and finding them home.

And I can guarantee, this July will have several blog posts. Announcements and anniversaries, reviews and maybe even a musings on various aspects of writing and horror. Also, probably one essay on an issue this country is facing right now, but I’m having someone check that one over before I publish it.

Anyway, plenty coming up, so get excited. Until next time, my Followers of Fear, good night and pleasant nightmares!

Comments
  1. L.K. Latham says:

    Project: Enticing. Feel free to take some time for self. We all need it at regular intervals.

  2. Ooo, intriguing poem. I’m looking forward to the next stanza!

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