So I'm starting late, but I'm going to try to do the National Poetry Month thing. I probably won't manage a poem a day, but even one or two a week will be good exercise. Most of them will suck, but perhaps if I wrote more, the stuff I write would suck less, heh. And once they're here, I can edit them later ( Read more... )

Your kindness rattles my foundation ( Read more... )

so I just deleted someone from my facebook for the first time, a high school acquaintance ( Read more... )

1. What did you do in 2009 that you'd never done before ( Read more... )

So, the latest chapter in the ongoing saga of my financial cesspool :

I can see that things are going to balance out as far as my current monthly expenses go. I’m in a tiny hole right now, but it’s tiny, and I should be able to crawl out of it by December. I’m doing pretty damn well with cutting back on unnecessary expenses, and realizing again ( Read more... )

and then perhaps I pulled out that triage kit too soon, heh. I guess not everything winds up exactly the same all the time ( Read more... )

It’s amazing what a circuitous route something can take to wind up exactly where you knew it would, exactly where everything always ends up. And then of course you wonder whether it would have been better to have left well enough alone. And then, if you are me, or a hopeless idealist like me, you start telling yourself that things went the way they ( Read more... )

I never share poems online anymore, but this one grew out of a typo in a recent lj entry, so I feel like posting it.  also, since I have no computer at home anymore, it wouldn't hurt to have it saved here. there's no title yet, I'm terrible at titles.

Like a prism of oil in a puddle under a car after a storm,
Love reminds us of the impossible ( Read more... )

The other night, I had a dream that I was being chased by some strange, ferocious (possibly rabid) cross breed between a squirrel and a rabbit, called a "squabbit." It is in moments like these that I am especially proud of my own psyche.

Listen, I am about to be broke. Broke as a muthafuckin joke. I’m talkin’ rice and beans, peanut butter & jelly, cashin’ in the change jar broke. Which I guess isn’t really that broke, because at least I can afford rice and beans and peanut butter & jelly and there are lots of people who can’t. But right now, I am realizing that I will have to ( Read more... )