It's been a fabulously busy start to 2016, but I am delighted to share that two of my short stories have been published in IMMANENCE, an anthology about gods, godesses, and demons! Now available on Amazon (Kindle, paperback), Kobo, Nook, and iTunes! I'm pleased as punch to have two stories included in this wonderful collection of … Continue reading Two new stories in IMMANENCE, plus bonus sonnet
Author: libbyweber
Adventures in Quantum Fiction
It's been a busy final quarter of 2015, during which I have finished writing no less than three stories and had the great pleasure of singing in the chorus of Bizet's Carmen by the Pacific Lyric Opera. I'll also be singing Berlioz's Te Deum with the San Diego Symphony and caroling like a champ, because Christmas music is … Continue reading Adventures in Quantum Fiction
Lost Time
It's both strange and wonderful, after a year of writing daily sonnets, not be be writing daily sonnets. One would think that my post-sonnet-project schedule would feel less daunting, and yet anybody who knows me well knows that I'm happiest when I'm busy doing things that I love. So I've been no less busy this … Continue reading Lost Time
A Bribe For My Kind Editor, or Pony Up
Your shaggy, winsome countenance belies A strength borne out of harsh austerity Unparalleled, comparative to size, A product of your insularity. Your humble, compact form inspires delight, Small children are entrusted to your back-- Beloved pets, devoted guides, despite Strong will, which manifests in training's lack. And yet I cannot look into your faces Without … Continue reading A Bribe For My Kind Editor, or Pony Up
January 6 (2015!): This Gull is on Fire
A common gull that flew toward the dawn Was suddenly with pinkish orange aflame, As lead by alchemy had undergone Its transformation, baseness overcame. I knew it was a trick of light, and yet Its unexpected beauty gave me pause, I fixed it in my mind, not to forget The transient perfection that it was- … Continue reading January 6 (2015!): This Gull is on Fire
December 31: Last, Not Least
This is the last time I will write my life Into a daily sonnet, those things great, Exciting, middling, sad, and sometimes strife, Through stubbornness one cannot understate. Tonight, I'll sing to thousands and the sky To fete a civic gem's centenary Then dinner, where we'll bid the year goodbye And sonnet cycle done successfully. … Continue reading December 31: Last, Not Least
December 30: Penultimate
Wan winter sun, the second to the last Of this, the year I chose to sonnet daily, Your rise announced all starts of poems past And now, upon the end you shine so palely Upon this concept that I'm now outlining, Which has already set my scansion spinning I know what words may yet survive … Continue reading December 30: Penultimate
December 29: Pelican
I soar above the waves with little clearance, As if an unseen cloak fashioned of breeze From choppy waters wanting interference Protects me over other devotees. I rise in joyful arc into the sky, Then turn my shoulder to the sea below To dive upon what fodder I espy And fill my bill, and through … Continue reading December 29: Pelican
December 28: How I Won The War
As one conversant with verse, rhyme, and scansion, And long-familiar forms of poetry, It's not surprising I should seek expansion From borders of familiarity. Though language's music is eternal, Specific phrases and their orchestrations Can bring about acknowledgment internal That such things, as Wilde wrote, produce vibrations. And so when watching other tales that came … Continue reading December 28: How I Won The War
December 27: The Inspiration Game
It's one thing to lack motivation when There are a dozen things you'd rather do, Like listen to beloved comedians Pretend to fly a man to Timbuktu. It's quite another when you'd rather write The thoughts to form the basis of a story And not the piece that must be done tonight, As it occurs … Continue reading December 27: The Inspiration Game
Libby Weber 