"It was beautiful, and yet eerie, an impression aided by the trees: amongst the living trees were a good number of dead ones, barkless and bone-white. Grasping up with spindly branches, these skeletal trees looked as if they had died desperately, and not well.”

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Part VI (of ... XVII?) of an eco-Dunsanian weird-fic, The High Mire.

"By that point I had finished the novel I was reading, Chesterton’s 'Thursday,' and I was ready for a dose of something less fantastical, even if it were only a bog.”

Another excerpt of my new weird, The High Mire.

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NB 2: Uncanny is also closed to submissions. Even digital publication is a tough gig these days.

NB: Metaphorosis is permanently closed to submissions, I now discover (the perils of announcing intentions in real time). A best-of collection of stories from Metaphorosis is available at this link, though. Just read "Heard" by Elise Forier Edie and it is great.

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Another segment of my new weird-ish story The High Mire. Been researching places to submit and looking at @uncannymagazine.bsky.social and @metaphorosis.com.

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The "Victorian" paper was the best I could do on Canva. Trying to get some Dunsany vibe.

Page 2 of The High Mire:

Love that, thanks for posting. The name Lisel Mueller rang a bell, and I remembered her as the author of a great poem I read decades ago, Moon Fishing: