“MOM-MOM-MOM!
Wannawatch “Phantom of the Opera?”
Um… no thanks.
I wouldn’t like the movie.
I don’t like opera.
Turns out I was wrong
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
“MOM-MOM-MOM!
Wannawatch “Phantom of the Opera?”
Um… no thanks.
I wouldn’t like the movie.
I don’t like opera.
Turns out I was wrong
“I have a complaint.”
I-know-I’m-cheating
My-word-count-says-that-I-wrote-one-word-in-that-first-line
ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (<—-that’s-me-laughing-maniacally-because-I-figured-out-a-way-to-cheat-this-stupid-self
-imposed-23-word-limit)
But-who-am-I-really-cheating?
It’s-not-like-I’m-cheating-on-my-taxes-or-something
By-not-strictly-adhering-to-a-challenging-word-count-I’m-not-hurting-anybody
Except-maybe-myself
When-I-coached-swimming-I-used-to-have-the-tattletale-swimmers-come-tell-on-the-swimmers-who-didn’t-complete-the-full-set
“COACH!”-they-would-say-“SHE-ONLY-DID-EIGHT-FIFTIES-INSTEAD-OF-THE-TEN-FIFTIES-YOU-WROTE-ON-THE-BOARD”
And-I-would-reply-“She’s-only-cheating-herself”
Which-is-exactly-what-I’m-doing-here
And-here’s-the-really-sad-truth
It’s-almost-as-hard-or-maybe-even-harder-to-write-this-way
And-it-can’t-be-very-easy-on-you-my-dear-readers
Mentally-removing-six-gazillion-hyphens-just-to-get-the-sense-of-this
Or-maybe-you-get-used-to-it-after-a-while
My-advice-to-you-is-this:
Don’t-cheat
Don’t-overuse-hyphenated-words
Anddon’tdobigrunonwordseither
Love-your-reader-as-my-writing-instructor-used-to-say-and-make-your-writing-easy-and-enjoyable-to-read
Optimism is believing that the tiredness of a night of insomnia can be conquered with coffee.
This is currently theoretical. Tune in tomorrow.
Septolet: Fourteen words, seven lines, two parts, same thought
“May I
help you?”
She loved
this job.
“Thank you
for your help.”
Grateful
I want to write a reversal poem — one that can be read forwards and backwards. Tune in tomorrow for that and some blather.
Sometimes
Friends call you
Simply because they thought of you
And want nothing more
Than to tell you that —
To brighten your day
My mother had cancer:
Skin, breast, bladder.
My brother had cancer:
Skin and tonsil.
Humor also runs in the family.
I’d rather that.
There is more besides a fair morning required to make a fair day.
Thomas Fuller
So…. what makes a fair day for you?
Ironic to listen to a book set in deaf culture — however, I saw anew your bravery in going solo to Hutchmoot* 2012
*thatfamouslyhardtodescribecreativeconferenceinNashville