Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
ME: Not all anniversaries are wonderful... trying to forget a few. So, I called Gare just to hear his cheerful voice. He answered! But busy... still love to hear his smile. One can feel it over the phone. White and not too warm outside, but a couple rays of sun. Bored... as I told Gare. But, I did go to a student poetry reading last night and there was a glimmer of hope. I'm not offended by topic, but I'm disturbed by bad prose posing as poetry. Short prose is NOT poetry. At least Allison writes using poetic tools. Encouraged her to come to Bernice's tomorrow night. I've yet to chose which poems I'll read. Overcame panic attack when I realized I had very little money on me at the UC at UM. I calmed myself down by reminding myself it was probably in the other coat. It was. I'm getting old... like Myrt ...who left her purse at the coffeeshop Monday eve. Kindness = Kathy bringing me popcorn. Small things matter. Like taking a bubblebath today with my shirts. I get shirts and me washed out at the same time. Or reading an engrossing book. Almost done with Towers of Midnight. However... fiction can trigger traumas as much as real events. So I need to be careful today. Too many memories. Oblivion can be bliss. Hopefully you-all have a day full of bliss. 21,232 |