Feb 16 2009
Back In The Swing Of Things…
Dear Blog-lovers,
I feel like we’re back in the swing of things… as if you hadn’t guessed by the title of this post. That being said, I have lots and lots to tell you. The first matter of business on our agenda is an update on the “February Books-Read List.” I know I’ve already pointed out that the February list will pale in comparison to the January list–a whopping 11 books! Though, I’m more dissapointed with myself than I had anticipated. Thus far, we’re at a whopping 4 books! What a sad state of affairs. I do hope to devour a few more tasty novels before the end of the month so that I can provide you all with a nice selection of reading suggestions. Here’s to hoping!
I have been working on a few new poems (Not as if I am not ALWAYS working on a few new poems…) and one of them has me stumped. I can usually revise on my own to make the poem work better, but this one is throwing me for a loop. I need some advice on how to improve it. I would like to not have to discard one… so I am reaching out to my readers. Help me improve this struggling poem! It can count as your daily prompt… eh?
A dying kleptomaniac grandmother passes her character flaws on to the next generation.Near the end,my grandmother beganto steal things
small trinkets from restaurants;
crystal ice cream dishes,
colored glass ashtrays,
decorative salt shakers,
anything shiny.
She would covertly
stuff them into
her oversized leather
handbag and waltz
out, without a care.
I find myself
unconsciously
stealing supplies
from the desks and
classrooms of the
teachers I
occasionally replace;
stickers that shout
praises of “Good Work!”
or “Terrific Job!”
copy paper, paper clips,
red pens, highlighters…
small things that will
never
be missed.
And, in thinking
back on it, I
smile
noticing that there is
more of her in
me than anyone wants
to acknowledge.
I wonder
if she would have
enjoyed watching “Psych”
or getting
tattoos to piss off
my mother, her daughter
and I cry
because I will never
have the chance
to
find out.
<3
Me

