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Feb 16 2009

Back In The Swing Of Things…

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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.


 

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Me

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