RSSWriting excercise when I should be reading William Carlos Williams.
Sep 16
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And I can feel the caffeine coursing through my veins. It was ill-advised to suck down that soda so late at night, and now the false energy has my hair standing on end, my eyes unable to focus on the task at hand. And I’m wishing that every fall of foot on the stairs was yours, that each jangle of metal was the sound of you, twirling your keys, over and over. But it’s not, and so I turn back to these pages and force my eyes to track from side to side, taking in but not absorbing. [end writing exercise]
Last but not least, a self-portrait in words (see it on my Flickr page, formatted with line breaks, etc.:
Brown hair that started graying something like 10 years ago, cheekbones and eyes my favorite features, a nose that comes in second. The round cheeks and softened chin the product of poor eating habits and genetics. A part that readily falls in the middle of my head, the frizzy fly-aways from attempts at life as a professional. Eyebrows that would love nothing more than to spend all time together, and the hairline my father gifted me. And when I look at my profile in the mirror I see my grandmother, the arch grand dame. But this face, this whole face, is my mother’s, and it is now as it was 23 years ago, a little more weather-beaten, a little more worried, but still the same.
