A poem about being young and pretty.
October 17, 2007
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
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On your marks!
October 16, 2007
Gearing up.
October 15, 2007
So, I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo, are you?
National Novel Writing Month: http://www.nanowrimo.org
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?
