December Descending

I almost wrote "December rising," to play on a familiar phrase, but then, December doesn't rise, at least until the solstice, when Light begins to press Dark's hand back to the tabletop in their eternal arm-wrestling bout, never a conclusion until the sun goes out or the planet stops spinning.

Now that I spit that, I want to tell you that the December issue of The Ghazal Page is shaping up. It will have silk wraps, dust, bread, and teeth, all in ghazals by Bill Batcher, Steffen Horstmann, and Cathryn Shea. Bill and Steffen have appeared in TGP before; Cathy is a welcome newcomer.

My postings here have become irregular. I hope to remedy that without falling (any further!) into banality. I will put up a note about each issue as I am preparing it; perhaps even more than one note.

There's another topic on the way, as well, by the end of the week, I hope. December is imminent, but we denizens of the USA have a holiday to deal with first. Family drama at its finest, its worst, most boring, most delightful. I'm looking forward to some snow. A big woop! woop! for December and the solstice to come.