If you are in New York, please come to my reading, next Friday the 27th, at 8PM. I'm reading as a part of the Earshot series at the Lucky Cat in Williamsburg. Directions and other goodies available on the website. I will read first, so don't be tardy.
To combat the weird melancholy of having like 82734876 submissions out and hearing back from none of them, here is a silly little nothing. I seem to have written lots of these. Who knows why.
A maraschino
is sweetened, preserved, and jarred.
We'll say fruit remains.
There, I said it. Where to go now?
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2 comments:
Poor Niina! I know about silly little nothings right now, and the melancholy of waiting. I hope you have a good reading! :-)
I'll try to make it out to your reading.
Speaking of maraschinos, here's a bit of bloggage I wrote in January (of which this reminded me):
What doubts to come when the skull's macerated innards swell with fresh rot and round around by divagations? Cold wind through wool adjusts to chill skin. Drowned Marasca, sweet in bitters, how you've aged from bitter youth!
And for a little background on the link between marasca and maraschino (if you're not familiar with it already): cherry
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