29 January 2010

a bit of spring cleaning

Ahh, a day of nothing.  And by nothing, I simply mean, no classes or work.
But it was busy regardless.  Full of AAA calls, unpacking, visits, organizing, etc.
It was productive.
It was good.
Is it too early to be doing spring cleaning?  I feel like that's what I'm doing -- and what I needed.
I found a notebook that was keeping last spring, called, "a practice in positivity"
I would write all of the good things that had happened during the day when I got into bed at night.
That way I would end on a good note, with only happy things meandering about my brain.
I'm going to start again.

28 January 2010

back in the west

I'm back in Missoula,
with a new haircut, a new pedicure, new dresses, and new air of optimism and confidence.
My love for the East Coast has been rekindled, so for now I am a little heartsick in the West, but concentrating on all the love in my life.
I am so lucky.

20 January 2010

Forest Poems

It's been warm in Charlotte.  Like, late June warm.  Today was 70, and humid.  In January!  I took my three dear cousins to the forest behind my Gramma's house last week for a poetry lesson.  They're being homeschooled this year, so I volunteered to try my best at sending along some knowledge.  It was so much fun.  We perched on boulders, examining the dancing trees overhead, the veined leaves creating a brown lake around our seats, and explored the various textures, colors, smells, and emotions that come with being in the woods.  Their poems were very cute, and pretty funny.  They're city girls, so the concurrent theme was creepiness.  Goons.
We also flipped through Natalie Goldberg's book Writing Down the Bones.  There are some great exercises and ideas in there.  One idea that particularly caught my fancy was the one of having a poem booth.  Set up a little table somewhere, and charge something minimal - a quarter, a dollar, something along those lines - for a poem concerning the theme of a person's choice.  For example, middle aged man saunters by, pays you a quarter, says he wants a poem about trimming one's fingernails, and you write a poem, whatever comes to mind.  It would certainly take guts, and improve your writing for sure.

13 January 2010

disco whores

The night belongs to the poets,

and the whores.

Teehee, brother, cousins, aunt and I went out into the streets of Charlotte a couple days to do a disco photo shoot, but... dressing in sequins late at night, posing on curbs?  Questionable.