Dear Deb, 4:20am and I concede the 14 cents contest to you.Graduate school is taking its toll, 3 weeks left might murder me.Dinner and drinks next month on me in a non-smoky bar with music? PS: Please, everyone who visits the blog: please vote in my poll and help me decide which classes to take! [...]
Posts from ‘November, 2007’
Animal Poem for Totally Optional Prompts
I’ve resurrected this prose poem from my archives in response to this week’s TOP prompt. The inspiration poems Tiel offered were lovely, take a look, or go here for new & original work about animals. My CatdogMy favorite shoes’ laces have been disappeared. Raspberry suede half-boots with thin ties you can’t get just anywhere. They [...]
Finkelstein
Yesterday, Jon and I played hooky from our looming research projects, papers, and readings, and spent the day in NYC. We first got lost in the stacks and rows of Labyrinth Books- an amazing find and my new favorite place in the city. This social science bookstore is a lot like the Red Room and [...]
Next Semester’s Classes- I need your help!
First, I will be taking up the 14 cents challenge, but because it’s late and I’m exhausted, I’ll try to get it done in the next day or two. In the meantime, I’m trying to pick my course schedule for next semester, and I’m having a hard time deciding. Since your help in picking my [...]
Next Semester’s Classes- I need your help!
First, I will be taking up the 14 cents challenge, but because it’s late and I’m exhausted, I’ll try to get it done in the next day or two. In the meantime, I’m trying to pick my course schedule for next semester, and I’m having a hard time deciding. Since your help in picking my [...]
The challenge: a fourteen cent poem
WD challenged me to come up with a poem that in some way dealt with “fourteeen cents” (in our commenting-dialog in the previous post). This is the first-draft-outcome: Smudged Memories of Guilty Cigarettes Coins burnedher hand sendingpain tracers, shockknowinghe knowsloosechange fourteen centsfrom bills tradedburninglungs sendcalmsustaining smokesignaling herbodytwo cents settleunder stubbed toesand onegonea hidden cracksilver dime [...]
We are not for sale!
My blog is worth $23,146.14.How much is your blog worth? But if we were, ….deb, do you wanna split it? SIghtings…
Found Poetry, from another source entirely
I did so want to write a food or eating poem for this week’s prompt. (And I “owe” one to my last postcard-requesters on the same subject”.) But I didn’t, or haven’t–at least not yet. I was too busy fussing over my still-being-remodeled-but nearly-done-isn’t that-wonderful? kitchen. (Perhaps complete the end of this week, though there [...]
Afterglow
For this found poem I used the Moosewood Restaurant Low-Fat Favorites cookbook- which is a cookbook that Allan (the man who owns the house I live in) owns, but I’ve not had a chance to look at until today. It seems like a good cookbook- graduate school had lumped on a lot of extra pounds [...]
4 from me
The sky got mad, stuck its tongue out and waggled the moon at my antics. ** I eat and I eat until the demon inside me bursts at long last. ** Eleven hours later and cars are now moose. Or is it moooses? ** Two papers, forty pages each- which will win, discipline or punish? [...]
