Thursday, January 29th, 2009
Poetry scares me. It’s naked writing. I prefer to dig in, cozy and safe, under layers of prose. On the rare occasion that I do write a poem, I stick to the basic rhyme, a simple AABB, farce and ode, feebly mocking the terrifying genre with my poorman’s attempts at it.
I flinched when this week’s observations about balance wanted to surface as a poem, but one of my creative goals for the year, and the blog, is less self-censorship. SO, I’m breathing deep and clicking publish. It’s as yet untitled, but I’m thinking New Associates at a Seminar. (more…)
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Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
I have spent several days of the last week at my grandma’s hospital bed as her health fails. I think you learn a lot at the deathbed of a family’s matriarch, and I made a number of observations. I’m still trying to process, and if I ever become the writer I would like to be and can put them into words, I’ll share.
Being around extended family you’ve rarely seen and friends of your parents from their head-shop owning days, and watching the conduct of several days worth of ICU staff, also provides inspiration for lighter notes, and I’m more likely to be able to share situational levity sooner. (For example, apparently: I am the image of my mother; many people think it is a compliment to tell you that you “look pretty good for having three kids,” and when it comes up that you have been to law school there is no venue off limits for people to share their employment law problems ad nauseam.)
Anyway, many thanks for reading this blog. Stick around. With any luck frequent posting will resume.
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