The Sunday Before You Goes to Print
Posted on 08.14.05 by Widge @ 4:56 am

Yes, there's the cover. This week copies will be created for the book. Which means I should have some at DragonCon, let's hope. Regardless, pre-publication orders are being taken as of now. This will be a limited run of 75 copies and then it goes away. If you want a copy, e-mail me and let me know. Cost for the book is only $5 and you can hit me up on Paypal for it (widgett@onetusk.com). If you want to send a check, contact me for a snail-mail address, but know the check needs to be made out to John Robinson, since it's his bank account. Shipping is $2 through the regular post and that will get it anywhere.

Poems in the book are as follows:

"Mithradates–he dead."
Your Body is an Alien Thing
Laughed to See Such Fun
untitled
A Prayer
Mighty Yggdrasil's Stump
Standing at the Cave Mouth
The Old Souls
Epiphany (I)
Paradise
Devotion (I)
Five Thoughts
Devotion (II)
563: The Number of Powerlessness
In Remembrance of Me
The Space Between the Silences
In Remembrance of You
The Doubt of Saints
Exodus 12:51
The Story of Isaac
Meanwhile, in Eden
Shroud
Ending
Dies Irae
Epiphany (II)
A Prophecy of Deadly Space
Blinded
Almost There
One Last Dream
Five Minutes

Thanks to everyone for their patience. Let the typesetting for Something Else commence.


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