Read: The End of Retirement by Jessica Bruder (Harper’s, Aug. 2014)
Saw: A documentary on the Lodz ghetto
Watched: Interstellar
Watched: Interstellar
Laughed: Amy Schumer
Cursed: Bad news from kid’s school
Cursed: Bad news from kid’s school
Nay: 4 rejections
Yeah: 1 acceptance, and an essay published at Lunch Review
Yeah: 1 acceptance, and an essay published at Lunch Review
Acquired: ToiletriesDiscarded: Moth-eaten clothes
Visited: Traiteur Jeanette café
Finished: PoMoSco, the April project of found poetry
Finished: PoMoSco, the April project of found poetry
Ate: Tarte au Citron Meringuée
Drank: Spanish wine
Drank: Spanish wine
Inside: Wiped down bathroom walls
Outside: Rode a bike, jogged, got rained on
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
5 comments:
Ohhh, I like the erasure poem. Is it yours?
Yes, a found poem from April.
Love it. I had, alas, wings in my wineglass...
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 . . .
I must have read it and stashed it away in my brainfile!
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