This morning I found half a twenty dollar bill on the sidewalk.
An artist called Kyle Cross has been exhibiting my incubus drawing from "Beastmasters of the Universe" as his own. It was displayed at "Best of the Breasts" at Sacred Gallery in New York, where the curators somehow realized it was mine, removed the piece from the wall and from their site, and alerted me. (You can still see the thumbnail on my facebook page, though--apparently he Photoshopped it blue.) A friend of mine asked me if I was mad about this. I'm not--I think I'm kind of flattered, really--but if you buy any art from this sleaze or put his sleazy work in your shows you should probably double check its pedigree.
Emma Bolden's poems about witches are thrilling me to death today. Read "Hour Seventy Two: In Which the Witch Describeth Her God" here, "The Witch's Vision" and "The Witch's Apprenticeship" here, and "The Witch's Burning" here.