Editorial story
October is The Poet's magnum opus and they are writing it in real time, on the available furniture, in the autumn light. Your Pisces moves through October with the quality of someone who is both fully in it and simultaneously watching themselves be in it, because The Poet is always in two places: inside the experience and slightly above it, taking notes.
The notes are not notes. The notes are a feeling, held. The poem is not a poem, technically. But it has the shape of one. It has the beginning-middle-end of one. October is the middle-to-end and The Poet knows it and is in it completely and would not be anywhere else.
