Friday evening Steven's grandma gave me beautiful vintage juice glasses. There is a B on each. I can't wait to find some room in our cabinet for them.
Lately, I have been having a hard time with Sunday nites. I guess I dread going in to work. My mind starts wandering to all of the other things I would like to be doing on a Monday, how I want so much more. So I try and do something sweet and simple on Sunday evenings so that they aren't so bad.
This line I wrote years ago has been sneaking in to my thoughts a lot lately. The chill of cherry ice. I would love to write a new piece with this line. One of my poetry teachers, Rachel Beck, liked this line. I remember meeting her at the Java House in Iowa City on a rainy afternoon. We sat in back, where all of the lamps were. We talked on and on about poetry and she mentioned that line, how it held a lot. A few months ago I couldn't remember her name. I searched on the Internet but didn't really know any key words to link to her. A few weeks ago I watched a poetry reading by Cole Swenson online and Rachel opened for her. It was amazing. I love moments like that.
Steven and his friend Adam are going to be playing at a friends art show in early April. They came up with a name: The beard stays you go.
Read of the week: Broken for you by Stephanie Kallos
Song of the week: To wish impossible things by The Cure
Something to look forward to: Bat for Lashes new album, out April 6th
Favorite part of a poem I read this week:
For you I have retired a word.
It is the only word that never appeared in your book.
It was the only word you didn't know.
It begins with the letter O.
Taken from Ben Lerner's The Lichtenberg Figures
