Werewolves and Aliens

I read "FORESTS OF THE NIGHT (LYCANTHROPE TRIPTYCH)" last night, a story in the latest Sirenia Digest by Caitlin R. Kiernan. As the title suggests, it's three vignettes about werewolves, but much more subtly than werewolf stories tend to be.

I particularly liked the second which involves a pair of lovers having a conversation mid-coitus. What I liked about it is that it implies some strange and mysterious aspect of werewolf behavior without explicitly giving the reader any explanation. There's just enough of a hint of logic to make the story linger. But all three of the triptych are good.

Yesterday I saw an article in The Guardian about new evidence discovered for the existence of extraterrestrial life. I've had David Bowie's "Life on Mars" stuck in my head ever since.

X Sonnet #1935

Reflecting fruits would taste of glass and ghosts.
Expensive taste was deemed an island's fault.
Beneath the palms, the ladies wait for hosts.
Beneath their hands, the girls were hiding salt.
The sea requires carried grains at dawn.
Replenished waves can then assault the pool.
A hungry horse would eat the hapless pawn.
But 'neath the rook, the fellow's very cool.
Unwanted eyes were forced in breakfast bowls.
A dapper green has cased the hawker's food.
Excessive sweets have burned the meal with holes.
The sun creates a ghastly morning crude.
The people's beach would claim the Carpenter.
The Walrus comes disaster's harbinger.