Check out these Gazongas… (photo RML)
I am pleased to announce that www.alimentumjournal.com selected my short story “The Sylvian Fissure” as their August fiction feature. Fair warning: this story has adult content. Please check it out and send me your comments via Tumblr, FB, or email.
My hands were crimson from fingertip to wrist. And if that weren’t incriminating enough, you should see my kitchen: red currant blood dripping off the counter tops, gobbets of raspberry gore splattered behind the stove, blueberries oozing underfoot.
For my birthday my aunt sent me a real copper jam pot. Here it is on its maiden voyage: blackcurrant - sour cherry jam.
I picked the cherries from a friend’s tree on a hot sunny day while the girls had a picnic in the grass. I pitted them into the evening (with a paperclip) outside; the air grew cool and the cherries were warm in my hands. I slipped out early the next morning to pick the blackcurrants because I could imagine their spicy forest flavor on top of the cherries’ deep sweetness.
The fruit and the labor, hallowed by copper, will be sunshine on my table come winter.