December 31, 2008
How do you like it?
I think my blog needed a renovation - and it's kind of coincidental that I chose to renovate it just before the new year. I didn't think about that when I changed the look on Monday.
I like my "new" blog.
December 30, 2008
I'm finding myself in this conflict about my blog's name/title again, because for some reason I'm just not happy with "the bridge". I discovered today that I was thinking of new titles while shopping.
here are a few possible titles:
a cup of coffee
on my axis (I don't really like this but I put it in anyway)
and if you have any suggestions, I'm open.
December 29, 2008
What do you think of the new look?
I spent the first bit of the afternoon goofing off with the video camera and laughing on the couch. I'm a little sleepy but can't seem to fall asleep if I settle down in bed. I'm kind of hyper, actually.
December 26, 2008
Books read in 2008 (in no particular order):
Thirst by Mary Oliver
Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
Small Knots by Kelli Russell Agodon (best book EVER. Read it now.)
The Leaf and the Cloud by Mary Oliver
Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver
Red Bird by Mary Oliver
and I'm sure there's more that I can't remember.
To be read in 2009 (in no particular order):
The Sudden Drown of Knowing by Katherine Grace Bond
Geography by Kelli Russell Agodon (if I can find a copy! It's sold out everywhere.)
What Do We Know by Mary Oliver
Seasons of Mangoes and Brainfire by Carolyne Wright
and I need help finding more reading material.
December 25, 2008
I finished "Negative Four Hundred" in bed - I've yet to type up the ending I found and perfected. Things are going my way today...so far.
December 20, 2008
We managed to do our holiday shopping on ice yesterday, around nine pm. We returned from Borders at ten. Between wrapping presents, I'm blogging.
I've still not found gifts for everyone on my list. I've only covered two - well, three, depending on whether you consider "parents" as one person or not. I'm kind of worried as to whether people are going to be all-over-the-place excited about what I'm giving them or if they'll be pretending to like their presents. I know for a fact that my sister's going to love her gifts this year and that makes me super-happy already.
I returned to writing a couple of days ago, after letting my poems fall to the ground limp for a few weeks. I'm so, so close to finishing up one of my earlier-written, still-unfinished poems, tentatively titled "Negative Four Hundred" (I'm so in love with that title). The ending just isn't quite there yet.
I'm writing surrounded by ribbon, gift bags, wrapped presents inside Borders bags ;) , scissors, and a bunch of giftwrap. A constant reminder that I've got to get back to my original plan - wrapping presents.
December 18, 2008
December 17, 2008
As a girl, she hated the grain of anything
on her fins. Now she is part fire ant, part centipede.
Where dunes stretch into pathways, arteries appear.
Her blood pressure is temperature plus wind speed.
Where religion is a thousand miles of coastline,
she is familiar with moon size, with tide changes.
She wears the cream of waves like a vestment,
knows undertow is imaginary, not something to pray to.
Now her questions involve fairytales, begin
in a garden and lead to hands painted on a chapel’s ceiling.
She wants to hold the ribbon grass, the shadow of angles
across the shore. She steals a Bible from the Seahorse Inn;
she will trust it only if it floats.
~Kelli Russell Agodon
I posted this up here because it has got to be my absolute favorite poem in the world. It blew me away the first time I read it - Kelli's work is amazing.
December 15, 2008
I've learned something. In this world, there's you and only you, and no one else will jump to save you every time. It's just you, and you've got to be strong enough to not curl up in a miserable little ball and hide from the world forever, but to keep your face pointed towards the wind - however cold it is - all the time.
My mood is gray...shades of gray. It's always gray, some days more of a white-gray, most days a darker, gloomier gray.
Someone lift the curtains. All I want to do is flop down on my bed and read.
Now playing: "Already Gone" by Sugarland
December 10, 2008
On top of that, the cover for "Apologies to an Apple" has been finalized:
December 03, 2008
I did a little poetry brainstorming the other day. I wrote down everything that came to mind - and I'd post it here, but it's too long. Here's a little portion of it:
It seems that I'm not thinking of holidays and Christmas, but rain and coziness and lamps: