Me As a Loafer: words and maybe colors

melting into the couch
glassy eyed -
my mind turns

vibrant pinks,
yellows,
greens,

and then

just grey.

“I don’t think we’ll survive if we’re static.”

My new hero and role model, public librarian by profession, world changer by default: Dionne Mack-Harvin.

I love this line the most: "She views the library as a vibrant community center, not a book vault..."

Dearest Jane

Dear Jane,
You are a better woman then I for going back to your broken, moody, and tempermental love. Unless, of course, you enjoy teasing and tormenting the emotional tacitun type. Then, more power to you sister! Nothing gives me more pleasure then joshing with brooding fellows who see little humor in their stick in the mud ways.

Forced Feed

I really want to read it. It sounds funny. It is about food. It takes place in my favorite places - New York City and Italy. It is non fiction (an admitted turn off) BUT written in the lyrical casualness of fiction. I really, honestly want to read it.

But I haven't. I have tried. I read a bit before bed, a bit before I read the paper instead, a bit while I brush my teeth. My bits add up to 40 pages.

Maybe it is not just right? Maybe it is just flat? Maybe I am not in the right place to appreciate it's flashback style? No, it is just a book club book. I really, honestly, and truly want to read them. It is just that my inability to meet deadlines is infecting my literary social life.