|Martian sunset. Photo Credit: NASA/JPL|
What do Emily Dickinson and Mars have in common? This story. Futile the Winds previously appeared in Interzone, but since that is print only, I decided to put it up on Medium so that y'all can read it.
I came upon this poem towards the end of writing the first draft, and it guided my subsequent revisions. For me it is deeply, if somewhat invisibly itegrated with the final version of this story.
Wild nights - Wild nights!Were I with theeWild nights should beOur luxury!
Futile - the winds -To a Heart in port -Done with the Compass -Done with the Chart!
Rowing in Eden -Ah - the Sea!Might I but moor - tonight -In thee!