Reading Journal

Lunatic Express, by Carl Hoffman

A great book for me to add on my next cycle. And with my tax refund, I may even be able to purchase it, should it not be at the library. I'll check, anyway, though.

From what I can tell, it's about a guy who travels on the worst-rated airlines, buses and trains around the world for safety.

I'll be able to tell you more about it after I listen to Michael Feldmen's Whaddya Know? show!! (I love that show mostly because of the website's address. Haven't been to it in years, but it's www.notmuch.com)

I read a few lines of Catcher in the Rye today. I've had a couple of busy and stressful weeks, not leaving me with much time or mental capacity for reading. My book on Edison isn't getting read as much as I'd like it to, either. Figured out why it's so easy and enjoyable to read, though: it's classified as juvenile literature. haha....maybe I can finish it this week and see if my little sister wants to read it. (She's 10 but likes to learn. In a cool way; she's also very social. I kinda wanna be her.)

Here's the list
Old: Catcher in the Rye
New: Edison
Random: plan is Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance
True: Six Hours One Friday
Old: something by Thomas Hardy, preferably from my Book of Great Books
New: Lunatic Express

Writing Journal

Assume what you'd like to about this one. Just remember what assuming does to the both of us.

Making Light
I've heard him breathe,
I've seen him cry.
I found out
He's afraid of goodbye.

I've seen him dance,
I've heard him sing.
I found out
He's afraid of a ring.

If I'm the best thing
To happen in years,
It's far past time
For him to face his fears.

Writing Journal

Well, then...I guess I should let you know that I'm not failing at writing 40 poems in 40 days. There are two reasons I'm not posting all of them. One being that some of them reveal information too personal for me to share with my known public. At least at this point in time. Maybe by the time I feel the poem is finally finished, whatever is holding me back from posting it will be less cumbersome. Or I'll be more detached and therefore more comfortable sharing those feelings from a distance.

The other reason is that they're being held hostage in various notebooks. Last year, I had a pretty regular schedule, so I could at least keep them in the same notebook and post them at about the same time each day. This year, not so much. So far. Maybe this will change, too.

That all being said...I was glancing through some of the poems and noticed that one I wrote towards the beginning of this challenge (and therefore have forgotten about) has a line (the last one) that carried itself over into the theme of the one today. I'll share the first one with you, but today's is rather too personal. (I hope anyone reading understands and suggests a title.)

untitled
I've taken risks before
Now I'll take a risk again.
I'll calculate the cons,
And pray the pros are real,
Not another pipe dream.

It was a pleasure coming here,
And it won't be easy easing out.
I need to refresh, restart, renew,
Just like you advise me to do.

I'll change my life
And change my ways,
Then leave this place behind.

Don't worry about losing me,
You lost me long ago.

I wish I was going to miss you more.

Writing Journal

Here I am at the end of another day, without a poem. I'm mentally exhausted, but did find myself captivated by the way a little boy was looking at our cherry pastries this afternoon. Let's see what happens when I use that for inspiration...

Cherry
He presses his buggy blue eyes to the glass,
Framed by his delicate fingers
To see the pastries better.
As though he believes that
He can get close enough to taste them
From where he's standing.

His mom glances down while ordering,
As though she's afraid he's going to
Reach his hand through the glass
To grab the cherry one
And devour it instantly.
He only dreams.

Writing Journal

I'm too lazy to keep track of what day of the challenge it is. And I'm too "busy" (mostly lazy) to update each day. That's partly why I need a regular schedule...that's an entirely different thing, though.

Tonight, I bring you today's poem. Created in this very blog entry typing space. Because I don't see the point in opening a word document to copy and paste or wasting a piece or two of paper and some ink.
....
so, now that I'm finally caught up on facebook, I can start...

Vaguebooking
Is pretty sure she barely made it home.
Wonders where she went instead.
(No, not really. Is pretty sure she knows.)
Considers moving furniture, just to make some waves.
Knew that was a bad idea.
Wishes there was more.
Wants the wanting to go away.
Likes the smell of sleep.
Has a headache.
Is hungry but doesn't want to eat;
Is tired but doesn't want to sleep.
Hates waiting for those e-mails.
Needs to send some e-mails out.
Has so much to get done tomorrow.
Hopefully doesn't have to walk.
Can't wait until Tuesday.
Is ready to be done with it all.