If my muse were to sing of the heart,
He would singomusetherage,
That old muse needs no percussion –-
“We’re not singing of storms today,”
The heart has reaped a summer’s harvest,
Virginia M. Mohlere was born on one solstice, and her sister was born on the other. Her chronic writing disorder stems from early childhood. Her fiction and poetry have appeared in Cabinet des Fées, Chiaroscuro, Mythic Delirium, Strange Horizons, and Mad Scientist Journal, among others. It’s a toss-up where you are more like to have tea, yarn, or stationery fall on you when visiting her house. She says:
A friend of mine. Dr. Vanessa Heggie (a professor of the history of sports medicine in the UK) wrote a paper called “A Century of Cardiomythology: Exercise and the Heart c. 1880-1980”. The word “cardiomythology” lodged itself deep into my brain, and I’ve been working on a series of poems about it since. The first poem in the series appeared in the the Fall 2012 issue of Goblin Fruit. My cousin Tim is really a musician and occasional luthier, though he hasn’t built me a birchwood guitar. Yet.