Just got back from the literary SF/F event World Fantasy Con in San Jose. I had a great time, and got to moderate a panel about notable books from the last year.

I also, randomly, wrote a poem about it. This whole writing poetry thing has happened to me all my life. I just can’t seem to stop doing it.

For a Fanboy

your awkward charm
which involves a half-ironic use of anachronistic colloquialisms
reminds me of the way ruffled skirts sound when they are lifted
to reveal not just the warm, young legs of a steampunk cosplayer
but also a true and ugly history

beneath your lovely, confused face
beating in the muscles of your arms
swarming through your heart like remote-controlled molecular motors
there is something
speaking silently to me

it hovers between being real and being what I want
which is why desire
is really a form of storytelling
doomed to represent truth
by reporting what is there, only clothed in the sounds of demons

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