Odasso at Grolier

Went in to Cambridge today because Adrienne was launching her new book at the Grolier. I wore my new hand-me-down fox sweater and Ciro bought candied violets at Cardullo's.

Slush grumbling

Probably every tenth poem submitted to Strange Horizons in August was about either cannibalism or killing a child. Not uncommonly both. If you've slush read, you're used to these micro trends (one month it's all fairies, another month Snow White). In this case, I think my liklihood of publishing any of them is pretty slim. I'm particularly annoyed because baby eating seems to be all they've got. If you're going to send me a poem that isn't about anything real, your description of a cigar better not be a description of a cigar.