M.C. Frank's Blog, page 68
March 9, 2022
March 8, 2022
bob-belcher:Happy International Women’s Day!
Happy International Women’s Day!
Reviewers wanted 🩰💕📚
I sent the first batch of ARCs for...
Reviewers wanted 🩰💕📚
I sent the first batch of ARCs for Retold, my new Dark Regency Fairytales collection out last week 💕
Still open for more lovely reviewers! Are you in?
Retellings are: Hades + Persephone, Peter Pan and Rapunzel. More info at https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08XQVK88B
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March 7, 2022
nzbookwyrm:
athenastudying:
everything’s terrible, do u t...
everything’s terrible, do u think buying books would help
always
March 6, 2022
itsgonnabeanofrommedawg:
cloudbeam:
metamorphesque:
What...
What the Living Do, Marie Howe
Written for her brother, John Howe, who died of complications of AIDS
full poem:
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Parking. Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
March 5, 2022
I am going to send out the email for reviewers for Retold in a...
I am going to send out the email for reviewers for Retold in a few hours. Comment or pm me if you want to be included 💕📚
March 4, 2022
You are not enough. You are not doing enough. You are never...
You are not enough. You are not doing enough. You are never going to do or be enough. No matter how hard you work, it is never going to be enough.
Because you are not good enough, and you will never be.
