Creative busywork

This is my picture of the day.

I also started working on my poetry project. The design part took about ten minutes. The computer part took seven hours. I still have no idea what it will look like when I pick it up from Wal-Mart. I was planning on posting a picture, but I got impatient. Instead, you can look at this nice picture that someone else took.

I also started digging through more old poetry. Eventually I'll shake this kick, but not yet. Here's one from Amy Fleury, poet and professor at Washburn University.

At Twenty Eight- Amy Fleury

It seems I get by on more luck than sense,

not the kind brought on by knuckle to wood,

breath on dice or pennies found in the mud.

I shimmy and slip by on pure fool chance.

At turns, charmed and cursed, a girl knows romance

as coffee, red wine, and books; solitude

she counts as daylight virtue and muted

evenings, the inventory of absence.

But this is no sorry spinster story,

just the way days string together a life.

Sometimes I eat soup right out of the pan.

Sometimes I don’t care if I will marry.

I dance in my kitchen on Friday nights,

singing like only a lucky girl can.

Current music discoveries: Lindsey Cook, Fionn Regan, and Sara Bareilles. Love love love.