I’ve been plugging away on my proposal – so most of my writing juice – in fact most of my time is going towards that endeavor.
This means there’s less time for fun things like reading, biking, and city seeing…Which also means less to write about.
Luckily I’m nearly done with this draft!
Until then, my brain feels like this:
What I do have time for is reading poems, especially those from the New Yorker which are typically short, thoughtful and great for commutes, trips to the fridge or moments when you just want to ponder.
Here are three of my recent faves:
Another Lethal Party Favor
by Dean Young
Shoulda, Woulda, Coulda
by A.E. Stallings
And finally, Death of Argos got taken down, and possibly thrown away, because it was making Sand sad.
I read the Odyssey years ago in high school but this translation tells a piece of the story in a really amazing way: