Snow faerie dusts flour
over turtles in late frost
dreaming of new thaw
@lisa Mims 2025
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Poet, dog person
ClarkesworldWe're still trying to close up the gap in digital subscriptions caused by Amazon shuttering their subscription program last year. If you are a former Amazon subscriber looking to sign back up or someone joining for the first time, your options can be found here:
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(We were unable to contact former subscribers because Amazon wouldn't tell us who they were. It made quite a mess for a lot of magazines.)
Mastodon seems like the place to shout this from the rooftops: Craigslist, Twitter, Facebook, Backpage, and even places like AOL have been or are being sued or prosecuted for their role in human trafficking.
#BlueSky has styled itself as a home for sex workers. They have very little moderation and no way to prevent traffickers on the site. That is creepy and probably illegal. #trafficking #slavery #moderation
#BlueSky has styled itself as a home for sex workers. They have very little moderation and no way to prevent traffickers on the site. That is creepy and probably illegal. #trafficking #slavery #moderation
If you're an author, please consider selling your books somewhere that is not amazon. I quit using amazon after they threatened me for a true, but negative, review.
(I was a Top 500 amazon Vine reviewer in about 2011, and Andy Jassy has zero loyalty.)
Lots of people hate amazon. Sell other places. #books #authors #amazon #writing
(I was a Top 500 amazon Vine reviewer in about 2011, and Andy Jassy has zero loyalty.)
Lots of people hate amazon. Sell other places. #books #authors #amazon #writing
eindeer Cyclone
Reindeer looked to the sky
Aurora borealis blue flames overhead
The snowfield a wolf’s hold
Reindeer rose to fly
a turning cyclone cobwebbed
by spikes that hooves unfold
The fawns a mote in its eye
of time enough for the dead
pushing away the cold.
After
Doves in the church loft
a spinning gyre
of infinite radiation
molten glass in the afterlife
of angel wings
in motes of sunlight
The pump organ gone to rats
cozy
in whisker winter waistcoats
writing Christmas carols
the vacant cities will never hear.
©️LisaMims2023 #whistpr