You can't take back a touch. You can't undo a deep emotion.
My birthday is in 17 days. I will be turning 26. I will be turning 26 because I have decided to calculate my age based on the theory that “40 is the new 30.” This year I want to go out for an elegant, high end dinner complete with elegant, high end […]
Waldo Jaquith, web developer to The Virginia Quarterly Review, wanted to demonstrate that using clichés in your poetry won’t get you published. Ironically, he ended up proving the exact opposite.
Jaquith compiled statistics on poetry submissions “covering clichéd topics,” presumably to discourage poets from submitting any more poems about blood, cats, or poetry to the […]
I knew if I procrastinated long enough someone would invent a robot to do my housework.
After more than a decade together, my dad and Miss J. finally decided to get married. They further decided to get married on February 29th, in Detroit, at a beautiful Victorian inn, with a non-traditional ceremony. That’s just how they roll.
In January, my dad asked me if I would write a poem to […]
The other day, for reasons too irrelevant to relate, I had to look through a bunch of LiveJournal mood sets. Tonight I feel extremely angry and remembered all those tiny icons for random emotions/adjectives like “exanimate,” “bouncy,” and “nostalgic.” The memory inspired a Google search for “current mood pissed off,” and that is […]
Today’s post is dedicated to Jessica.
Edna St. Vincent Millay:
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain,
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
and rise and sink and rise and sink again.
Love cannot fill the thickened lung with breath
Nor clean the blood, nor set the fractured […]
Today the temperature reached 72 degrees. On December 10th. I blame the Heat Miser and his “imp-like minions.” Not global warming. No sir.
At this point, it seems rather clichéd to feel depressed at Christmas but on the other hand, cliché, true, you know what they say. And it’s hard for me to break out of the alone at Christmas stereotype when one of my favorite Christmas songs is “River” by Joni Mitchell.
I prefer Sarah McLachlan’s version […]
My friend Diana has several endearing speech mannerisms. One involves her referring to a bad case of the blues as “the Depression.” For instance, she might say, “I’m worried this episode of Law & Order SVU might give me the Depression.” (It’s not such a crazy worry either. Those special victims […]
