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Take Our Daughters & Sons to Work Day

Small, energetic beings are running around our offices today, and I'm wondering if maybe they might like me to lure them into a conference room, dim the lights, and read from my light-hearted, comic story, "Take Your Daughters to Work". Because, I'm all about celebrating the children!

The men spread out across the beach, directing their daughters to the edge of the tide line. Before them, dark shapes rise from receding waves--cobblestone roads slick with foam, low houses clustered like rotting mushrooms, and beyond... The sandy ridge breaks off and free-falls into the rift. Sadie spies chimney stacks peeking up from the depths, bioluminescent smoke coiling in the air, freed of the weight of water. Soft movements appear, as flippers and webbed feet emerge from gaping doors. More employees of her father, ready to greet them all.

From Subterranean #6.

Marine Autumn

I owe you marine autumn
With dankness at its roots
and fog like a grape
and the graceful sun of the country;
and the silent space
in which sorrows lose themselves
and only the bright crown
of joy comes to the surface.

--Pablo Neruda.

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