Indeed, my tomato plant is still in bloom, and loaded with cherry tomatoes in various degrees of ripeness.

At least Bombadil and Glorfindel are still pristine.

And if you need a little more convincing to check it out, here's what @ancillaryreviewofbooks.org had to say about this "delightful, chaotic" story of queer time travel in Amplitudes ("a standout collection for 2025"): ancillaryreviewofbooks.org/2025/05/30/s...

Obviously the kind of self-pity that needs a thorough self-intervention indeed.

There’s one near here that caught the eye of a developer. Eight modern apartments, was the idea. He vanished before the project got started. It was assumed the money ran out, but some say his voice can now be heard on certain nights of the feral calendar, joining in the wild hymns.

Wilhelm von Gloeden?

And then, of course, my most recent story is published in that horribly queer anthology AMPLITUDES, edited by Lee Mandelo.

www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/770919...

Hard to find by now, but my first (collaborative) collection from 1995 is still atrociously queer.