Before mercury, my blood used to fill thermometers.

Monday, December 23, 2013

It's called "In the Hall of the Mountain King."

1. Copies of Come as Your Madness are in my possession! I still recommend you support small presses and order copies from Birds of Lace, though. And if you intend to get Come as Your Madness as a gift for a parent, please consider omitting some of the racier passages and replacing them with strange/funny ones, this-is-what-happens-when-you-find-a-stranger-in-the-Alps style.

If you are still at a loss for what books are great and worth purchasing for others for any reason at all, I told Gina Abelkop what I loved this year.

2. My sister went to live in Norway for a few months, and I asked her if she would not mind — since I accumulated some Portland-specific items for her on the trip to the northwest — bringing me back something one could only get in Norway.

3. Taylor Mali visited Harrisburg — more than I love a lot of things, I love "The The Impotence of Proofreading" — the same weekend as my best friend, and she got to see me feebly judge a slam poetry competition that preceded his performance. To its last, 2013 is surprising.

4. The Almost Uptown Poetry Cartel invited me to be a featured reader! On March 6, unless there are surprises.

5. My gnawing suspicion that I have not done anything for the past six months, which has been a plague on my mood, is only feebly allayed by constant checking of my Submittable account — not to see if anything has a response as much as to see that I am, indeed, submitting work to places. This fuels my suspicion that my object permanence skills could be outshone by a toddler.

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