Poem: An Archaelogist’s Summer Warehouse Job in the Time of COVID

By Sarah E. Seeley How would I describe this smell that permeates my clothes, distinct, Louder than my sweat after every one of my four tens? It isn’t sharp or tangy like body odor, it isn’t unpleasant. Not to me. Just dusty—but not a rich, earthen way: There’s nothing damp about it, absent the teaming…

Orc Valentine Greeting Card Poem

Because the LTUE symposium usually falls over Valentines Day every year, I sold Orc-themed Valentines cards several years in a row. I’m still working on my Hallmark skills…but enjoy this nerdy-niche-fantasy-greeting-card-style poem.

Gratitude for Good Friends Like You

Yesterday was my birthday. Yesterday was also special because President Russel M. Nelson of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints extended an invitation to turn our social media into our own gratitude journal for seven days, to offer personal prayers of thanks to God, and to draw closer to Jesus Christ. I am…

Excerpt: “Te Amo, Mamita”

by Sarah E. Seeley The barely teenage Eloida wasn’t supposed to be out of bed, but it wasn’t the excitement of Buena Noche, Christmas Eve, that had deprived her of sleep. She’d had another nightmare about her parents, and she’d awoken to what had struck her distinctly as her mother’s footfalls on the wooden stairs…

Hungry Orb

By Sarah E. Seeley Scerana descended blearily from her nest in a thicket of junipers toward the hollow in the dead man’s skull. The human body drew all manner of insects to its rotting flesh. For a weary spider who thought she might perish without the strength to mate or bear offspring, the corpse’s offering…