Sunday, May 03, 2015

April into May

Listened to: Spiritual High Part II
Read: The End of Retirement by Jessica Bruder (Harper’s, Aug. 2014) 

Saw: A documentary on the Lodz ghetto
Watched: Interstellar 

Laughed: Amy Schumer
Cursed: Bad news from kid’s school

Nay: 4 rejections
Yeah: 1 acceptance, and an essay published at Lunch Review 

Acquired: Toiletries
Discarded: Moth-eaten clothes

Visited: Traiteur Jeanette café
Finished: PoMoSco, the April project of found poetry 

Ate: Tarte au Citron Meringuée
Drank: Spanish wine

Inside: Wiped down bathroom walls
Outside: Rode a bike, jogged, got rained on 

Word of the week: Wingless, disguised as wineglass
Pithiness: “I stayed in a really old hotel last night. They sent me a wakeup letter.”  Steven Wright 


drew said...

Ohhh, I like the erasure poem. Is it yours?

SarahJane said...

Yes, a found poem from April.

Kathleen said...

Love it. I had, alas, wings in my wineglass...

Osal said...

Yes, what a disguise, eh? It was an aha to me, too Sarah, I wrote a poem on the beach called mustardseed tree that begins like this:

i heard wineglass,

when what you told me

was wingless . . .

SarahJane said...

I must have read it and stashed it away in my brainfile!

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