It’s my sister SB’s birthday today so I did my best to write a birthday poem. Sis, it’s not the same as getting a poem from Dad, but I hope you know it comes from the heart and that I’m thinking of both of you today. She’s a wiley coyote With mischief in her eyes….
Occasion for Cussing Numbers gather before me Like enemy troops They raise their rifles I pull out my secret weapon Turbo Tax Certainly it will save me If I can just find My account websites And remember the passwords To print the forms That hold the encrypted messages Almighty Turbo Tax Has the decoder ring I…
My first day of AWP was exhausting! My two morning panels were excellent – one on writing personal essays in the age of the internet and the second on turning adversity into art. After that it was all tripe. My friend and I didn’t stay for the keynote speaker as that event didn’t start until 8:30 PM and ran until 10:00. Who planned this? Are they completely and utterly mad? Do they not know that I go to bed by 9:00?
I’m wondering what December is about, if it has to be about something, which I think it does, as I’m feeling groggy-headed and unbalanced. Like someone stumbling out of a cave into too bright sunlight.
It was very cool on Thanksgiving when I rode my fat bike along the Mississippi River. I stood for awhile just listening to the ice flow by, with its mysterious crunching and whooshing noise.