So used to the knottedfist smashing into my belly I almost come alivewhen yet another hypothesisis revealed to be deeply flawed. And then, like Larkin I say“Next, Please”,wearily as future illusionsflicker in the distancebeyond my half-closed lidslike the afterimagesof a storm that never was. Poetry by (C) Nin Harris, 2012 — . All Rights Reserved. Continue reading After Larkin
The Ugliest Princess by the Pre-Raphaelite Artist Eleanor Fortescue-Bricksdale (c) Nin Harris 2006– I have had a difficult relationship with Tam Lin since I was 15. I loved it all the more because I could not find the full poems, instead piecing together scraps of verse from chapter headings of Diana Wynne-Jones’s Fire and Hemlock, … Continue reading The Ugliest Princess, The Littlest Mermaid, Janet, and the Reader’s Response
Digital Painting by (c) Nin Harris 2010– I used to fear unicorns would run away from me,because I had lost the innocence of sunrise-tinted meadows,the first blush of dawn reflected on billowing white gowns. Now I roam the marshes, sometimes in watermaiden green,others in tunics of the deepest, most tragic purple. Some days I dance … Continue reading The Unicorn Poem
One of the more surprising bits of news that happened on Monday morning was an email asking me if I’d agree to be interviewed for a BFM 89.9FM show on Science Fiction, in my capacity as a science fiction scholar (gasp!). I agreed, and was given a list of questions to prepare. So yesterday I … Continue reading Radio Interview: Science Fiction and our Current Reality