I posted this poem on Tumblr a while back, when I was paging through my World Poetry book and typing up things that caught my eye, and then I ended up reading it aloud to the poetry group that sometimes meets at the coffeeshop once a month (they used to meet once a month in the summer in the park; Dad and I went and Dad was almost the youngest ( Read more... )

Today (22 February) is Edna St. Vincent Millay's birthday.
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Well, I'm home again, the house is disgustingly cold (the floor is cold; I can feel it underneath my stockings), and I'm feeling restless and in need of a shower. Guitar lesson is tomorrow, which is a cheery prospect, as I finally have some new material to show off (I've just about finished polishing my musical rendition of John Donne's 'Song (Go ( Read more... )

You know you are on a steady descent towards madness when you find yourself, in the middle of the night, writing Remusfic that is not only inspired by Eliot's "Rhapsody on a Windy Night", but is actually based on the aforementioned poem.

So, I had this assignment in poetry class: we were supposed to take a poem, turn it into prose, and then turn ( Read more... )

So, my parents are my heroes right now for Pure, Unadulturated Geekiness. Mum told me this ages ago, but I'd forgotten: Mum and Dad used to have a cat named Misty. She was my other mother for the first year or two of my life; she used to bother Mum when I cried, and she slept in my crib sometimes. Unfortunately, she was hit by a car when I was two ( Read more... )