Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Retiring to my jeweled dragon-cave

Photo:  The Throne of Psyche (Mercer University Press, 2011.
 My poems are hanging out with a Hanoi water puppet dragon
 and a Deborah Guertze print.)
Having been delayed by various unexpected events, I have a dire need to retreat from the field today and read and burnish the final manuscript of A Death at the White Camellia Orphanage until my eyeballs are pickled! In the meantime, meet me in another post or between the covers of a book.

4 comments:

Robbi said...

Lovely display. Hope your eyeballs are faring well.

marlyat2 said...

Yes, they are. Not pickled enough yet. Too much going on...

Paul Digby said...

'Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.'

Too much pepper in unexpected flavor bursts?
Sigh.....

marlyat2 said...

Nothing pickled here as yet...

Eyeballs are not nearly ready for the Piper. But that would be... pickled PEEPERS!

Tada!