The poem I wrote, which @michaelsheen orated most magically, for the 150th Birthday of the Albert Hall is now up on the @UncannyMagazine website, at https://www.uncannymagazine.com/article/the-hole-thing/
The Hole Thing - Uncanny Magazine

Now, let us gather to imagine the future. Here, in the Central Hall of Arts and Sciences as it was, before Victoria laid the first stone. Here, where the dead were annually raised, implored, exhorted, ectoplasmically embraced, Here, where Hiawatha musically wed, and Os-Ke-Non-Ton sang the medicine man, to Samuel Coleridge-Taylor’s once-loved score, Here where […]

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@neilhimself @UncannyMagazine can you record a reading of this, please? Me eyes are going. And I’d like to hear it as you intended.
@neilhimself @UncannyMagazine I feel so wonderfully blessed and connected that my son and your grandson share a name—though all names are chosen for personal reasons, and chance is such a wild factor. I hope our Everetts get the chance to meet at Door Six someday, and that Father Willis can look on with scorn and consternation, and they can go on to live and love whomever they choose, with magic in their lives.

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In slack-jawed awe of such
gigantic romantic semantic corybantics,
pale mimicry using only its antics 🙏

⋆N⋆ow
⋆O⋆ccurred one orchestra of ourselves
⋆W⋆here we wed world who watches
with wings who wonder
⋆A⋆bove alchemical angel acrobats—
⋆N⋆ations
⋆D⋆emonstrated
(despite devil days)
⋆T⋆heir temple to the 1000 things: "..tonight
⋆H⋆ope-Hole House have hearts, here here!"
⋆E⋆verything exalted, everything exhorted,
⋆N⋆eil.