l u c e m october is a harvest reaped and celebrated we take advantage of what we have gathered; we relax as the weather cools and the leaves fall. new projects begin slow and steady, and a somber air touches all that we consume at the breadth of these, autumn months. h a p p e n i n g s the poet will again have a combination of recycled art and poetry at the Pretzel Park Farmer's Market on Saturday October 2nd, Saturday November 6th, and Saturday December 4th for anyone in the area. the poet is currently querying her desert gothic novella and her poetry chapbook, which she is finding rather grueling. please send good wishes her way. the poet has continued to post poetry/prose prompts and other writing advice to Patreon, which you can find here. current projects in progress include: an expanded tale about radium mermaids and a flooded Earth from the view of city-dwellers, and a typewritten witch zine debuting at the farmer's market this Saturday! f r o m t h e p o e t ' s d e s k "i walk through these windowed halls beside you, basking in the weight of the autumn sun— the summers we did not live and the winters we fear we will not survive, though we do, every undying year." - m. r.
l u c e m | october
l u c e m | october
l u c e m | october
l u c e m october is a harvest reaped and celebrated we take advantage of what we have gathered; we relax as the weather cools and the leaves fall. new projects begin slow and steady, and a somber air touches all that we consume at the breadth of these, autumn months. h a p p e n i n g s the poet will again have a combination of recycled art and poetry at the Pretzel Park Farmer's Market on Saturday October 2nd, Saturday November 6th, and Saturday December 4th for anyone in the area. the poet is currently querying her desert gothic novella and her poetry chapbook, which she is finding rather grueling. please send good wishes her way. the poet has continued to post poetry/prose prompts and other writing advice to Patreon, which you can find here. current projects in progress include: an expanded tale about radium mermaids and a flooded Earth from the view of city-dwellers, and a typewritten witch zine debuting at the farmer's market this Saturday! f r o m t h e p o e t ' s d e s k "i walk through these windowed halls beside you, basking in the weight of the autumn sun— the summers we did not live and the winters we fear we will not survive, though we do, every undying year." - m. r.