March of Young Hunger


You are still so lovely

As lovely as I remembered

He wrote and the writing

Filled her up


She was still so filled

Inexplicable fingers of satisfaction

Tapping and gratitude seeping

All out of proportion


See, she’s sure she lost her

Looks, that children and worry and

Even contentment (and even lack of

Hunger) had stolen her concavity


And so stole her appeal


 No, no, he reassured, verbal

Pats on the hand that still tapped

In staccato for several days

(nothing can sustain) and the beat ran mute, alas


All convexity once again


On your marks!

October 16, 2007


Gearing up.

October 15, 2007

So, I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo, are you?

National Novel Writing Month:

I figure I can get the skeleton book done in November. The rest of the year, and a good chunk of 2008 will be taken up filling in those bones.

Join me?