Last night I was in bed by 11:45, but I had a hard time falling asleep. I took a Benadryl and started thinking about various stories I want to write (and some stories I will never write, but which entertain me in those in-between moments), and realized I had some verbiage I didn't want to forget. Instead of getting out of bed, I typed it up on my ( Read more... )

Boss is back from her travels, which means today will be busy, so I am sneaking in to post the last poem of the month. There will still be poetry sometimes, just not every day, until next April.

Hope you all enjoyed it as much as I did (except for the people I know didn't).

Today's poem:

The Forgotten Dialect of the HeartHow astonishing it is ( Read more... )

Jesus fuck, it's cold in here today. My fingers are almost too stiff to type with. I am wearing my scarf over my suit because I am so cold. Meh.

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The RPF-in-Remix/Redux poll is still open, and likely will be until the weekend, so you should GO VOTE. Please read the post and the ETAs before you comment.

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Insta!rec:

Theories About Nuclear ( Read more... )

Today's poem:

Shopping Urban

Flip-flopped, noosed in puka beads, my daughter
breezes through the store from headband to toe ring,
shooing me away from the bongs,
lace thongs, and studded dog collars.
And I don't want to see her in that black muscle tee
with SLUT stamped in gold glitter
shrink-wrapped over her breasts,
or those brown and chartreuse ( Read more... )

I *heart* Dolly Parton.

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Today's poem:

Knife-play

All my scars are yours. We talk of pledges,
and holding out my hand I show
the faint burn on the palm and the hair-thin
razor-marks at wrist and elbow:

self-inflicted, yes; but your tokens---
made as distraction from a more
inaccessible pain than could have been
caused by cigarette or razor---

and these my ( Read more... )

I just finished The Nautical Chart by Arturo Perez-Reverte (trans. Margaret Sayers Peden). I didn't dislike this book, but I felt the narrative strategy was gimmicky when it was revealed ( spoiler? )

Today's poem:

Rivers and Mountains On the secret map the assassins ( Read more... )

Random things ( Read more... )

I maybe stayed up too late last night, reading, and now I am kind of completely brainfried. Luckily, today has been a quiet day at work so far (tomorrow will be busy), and I can coast by on the pair of braincells I've got left, which are mostly devoted to going, "NEW SPN TONIGHT! WHEE!" even though this episode concerns me.

Speaking of SPN, I haven' ( Read more... )

Apparently, today is Administrative Professionals Day. I know this because of my learnings because I got a lovely bouquet of gladioli and tulips from my new bosses (with a very complimentary card), and some scratch-off lottery tickets from the woman who is technically my direct supervisor.

It's not lunch at Brasserie, but then what is? (Sigh. ( Read more... )