Disaster Poem

In the blink of an eye,
in the briefest of moments,
everything changes.
Houses are toppled,
glass shattered,
people injured, homeless,
some even dead.
Mother Nature vents
her anger-
we must bear
the brunt of it.

Grad School

I've decided to apply for graduate school at UMSL (University of Missouri St. Louis for you playing along outside of Missouri). I am going to try for an M.F.A in poetry. The deadline for application is February 1, 2010. I need to submit a collection of 15-20 poems, so I need to start going through my work and picking out my best ones. Luckily, I still have my collection from the independent writing project I did during my final semester, as well as the collection of poems I write for Richie. (he has his own little book of poems I've written for him throughout the course of our relationship) Let's just hope my poems are up to the university's standards. I'll keep you updated throughout the process.


What I'm reading: From the Corner of His Eye by Dean Koontz
Quote of the day: "The gods of the Mojave don't know the meaning of the word moderation." ~Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz

Start Over Poem

I'm back to a place I never thought
I would be back to. I'm back in
the dating game- I've lost my love.I
'm gone from the comfort zone, I've
lost the knowledge of a whole other
person, the security blanket, the love.
I've fallen from the highest peak.
I must now pick myself up, dust
myself off, and start over. I must
go back out into that awful,
strange, maddening world of
dating. I wasn't supposed to
be back here. I was supposed
to have found that one. I thought
I was set for life. Now I'm back
at the beginning. Now I must
start over.

Numbers Poem

(for Brad and Catherine)



150 guests spread out among
dozens of chairs to watch
these two good, kind people
join as one in holy matrimony.

Write write write...BLOCK

So, I was doing really well for the month of August. I had set myself a goal to write three paegs everyday, and I did. It was awesome. I was even able to write poems and those little ficlet prompts that I'm still trying to get caught up on. But, I went to write yesterday on a new story, and I couldn't do all three pages. It's as if I ran out of things to say. I don't know what this means. Should I take a break and give my mind time to think and outline? Or should I just keep plugging on ahead?





What I'm reading: Sister Carrie by Theodore Dreiser
Quote of the Day: "Call me simple-minded. Others do." ~ Odd Thomas, Dean Koontz