Thursday, May 21, 2009

Words of the fragrant portals, dimly-starred (Key West)

by J J Cohen

That title sounds so Eileen Joy, doesn't it? It isn't, but is stolen from her verbal doppelganger Wallace Stevens.

An early plane tomorrow whisks me to Fort Lauderdale, where I rendezvous with my brother and we drive the rest of the way to Key West. You know how I am drawn to the Caribbean, and this is as close as you can get from the US.

So, no blogging from me in quite a while. I will be communing with the ghosts of Hemingway, Stevens, Frost, Bishop, Margarita, Tequila...

1 comment:

prehensel said...

What, no muddled mojitos and resulting muddled posts? Hemingway would be disgusted.

(Unless there's a plan for daiquiris. Since you're in Florida and all...)