fantastic this one dream no make it seven
her fingers dance among the glasses as if they were a piano. she's had vermouth from the cocktail glass, cognac from the snifter, rosé from the flute, beer from the mug but enough of that. now she drinks vodka from the wine glass, scotch where you'd pour the highball and beaujolais out of the jug. satisfied, she waves to the bartender, her voice steady like an anvil. "now the absinthe, mon cher. the whole teapot."
message in a bottle
how much reality
does one person need
~
Isabella Mori writes pretty much everything that's not nailed down: Fiction (a 15th century monk whose best friend is a comfrey plant), nonfiction ("All the way from the eocene on Highway 400"), and poetry (lots of haiku!). Their great love is hybrid work, like in their latest book, "Believe Me," which combines poetry, stories, interviews and research. They run Canada's most unusual poetry prize, Muriel's Journey, which has as an "entry fee" that poets document their volunteer work. Isabella calls themselves a Christian-Buddhist Pagan and has a special relationship with Hekate.
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