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Posts by Jo Metcalf

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A preview of countertenor Franz Vitzthum and accordionist Markus Flaig’s performance of From the Song of Songs in the Johanneskirche, Heidelberg 1/20 at 7:30 pm.

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Good to see you here!

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A Guide for Your Journey to the Green Hills - Nightmare Magazine It’s a little difficult for me to think about the initial process of this piece because I’ve continued to think about it quite a lot since initially writing it, to the point where it’s now the kernel ...

Check out my newest piece, now free to read on @nightmare-magazine.com "A Guide for Your Journey to the Green Hills" is just that. Learn what's expected of you, since the war was lost.

www.nightmare-magazine.com/fiction/a-gu...

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Wonderful story, thanks for sharing it!

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Joanne Metcalf Joanne Metcalf, composer of contemporary vocal music, orchestral music, and opera.

Hi new followers, glad to meet you here! I’m a composer who writes fiction and a graduate of Viable Paradise 2019. You can learn more about me on www.joannemetcalf.com and hear my music on youtube.com/@joannemetca...

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The Undreaming: II. Celestial Clockwork
The Undreaming: II. Celestial Clockwork YouTube video by Michael Mizrahi - Topic

From my latest release: Michael’s Mizrahi plays Celestial Clockwork from The Undreaming. youtu.be/7KZ3vcuUxSY?...

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And then: slipping back in. There was the initial surface tension of unfamiliarity (who wrote this thing? they must have been going through it), and lines I didn’t remember sometimes hit me like buses. But in the slow shaping and re-shaping of sentences—in becoming, again, these characters I’d come to know—it was the same feeling as, toward the end of this pass, when I found myself rushing through some Manhattan subway station with two suitcases (which I would never recommend, especially in summer), sidestepping people on the platform and slotting myself in and shallowly breathing in the reek like some nasty madeleine and thinking: the body remembers. Because maybe your past selves don’t always leave you behind. Because sometimes if they’ve poured out enough of themselves for you, in words and phrases and shadings of sense-memory, you can slip in among them, breathe in time to their heartbeats. Because one day this version of you, too, will join their ghostly crowd.

And then: slipping back in. There was the initial surface tension of unfamiliarity (who wrote this thing? they must have been going through it), and lines I didn’t remember sometimes hit me like buses. But in the slow shaping and re-shaping of sentences—in becoming, again, these characters I’d come to know—it was the same feeling as, toward the end of this pass, when I found myself rushing through some Manhattan subway station with two suitcases (which I would never recommend, especially in summer), sidestepping people on the platform and slotting myself in and shallowly breathing in the reek like some nasty madeleine and thinking: the body remembers. Because maybe your past selves don’t always leave you behind. Because sometimes if they’ve poured out enough of themselves for you, in words and phrases and shadings of sense-memory, you can slip in among them, breathe in time to their heartbeats. Because one day this version of you, too, will join their ghostly crowd.

wrote a lil newsletter thing about finishing dev edits! https://lowph.beehiiv.com/p/on-time-and-travel

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Crossing that last one off felt good. Revision number 3 (or 4, or 5, depending on how you count them) done.

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