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miss daisy and other happy thoughts

February 23, 2010

1. Stone.
2. Cat.
3. Snow.
4. Reading.

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Fiona published one of my itty bitty poems at a handful of stones.

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This is Miss Daisy. She is 15 years old. She is the only remaining trace of my life before children. She sleeps on my pillow every night. Don’t hold the third photo against her. It’s not her best side (and she’s yawning, not attacking the village).

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What would possess a New England girl seasoned by many a winter and many a snowstorm to take pictures of snow? It’s been strangely missing from Upstate New York this season. And I’ve been longing for it. And it arrived today in a big, beautiful way. (I will not be as giddy about it tomorrow when the schools are likely to be closed.) The red building is the back of my house. The snowman is left over from last week’s small storm. The VW in the driveway is “Tina.” And I love her.

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Last night I was the featured reader at a local open mic. My non-poetry friends came out to see me, and I was delighted. My husband came, and it was his first ever poetry event. I made him feel welcome by kicking off my reading with “Planning my husband’s funeral.” (Be glad you don’t have to live with me. I am evil.) Some of the ladies from my expressive arts classes came, as well as a poet from my manuscript class. Jill was there, and the regular open mic crowd. I felt supported, and that was very nice.

I read some poems from the “finished” manuscript and some poems from the manuscript in progress. Since the event is in a tavern, and I’m familiar with the crowd, I knew some of my “narrator as floozy” poems would go over well. I read one about sleeping with Picasso (or his minotaur) and one about sleeping with the farmer. I finished with “In the porn movie, the poet plays the part of pizza delivery guy,” and I invited an infamous local poet on stage to read some of the key punchlines.

I had a great time with that last poem, and there were a few that I read that I really got lost in, in a good way. For much of the remainder of the reading, I’m afraid I zoned out. I’m sure it was lack of experience and nerves. If i get another feature anywhere, I need to remember to breathe and I need to remember to stay in the words.

But Jill said I was poised and confident, and she said my outfit and hair were both good. I didn’t fall off the stage, and I didn’t drop my poems all over the floor. No one threw anything at me, and even the colliding of the poetry and non-poetry worlds was fine.

I warned my poet friends when I arrived, “I have a date tonight.” And they said, “It’s about time.”

I don’t have pictures, but if I get some, I’ll share. Maybe. 🙂

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I have happy thoughts today instead of confessions. Go see others, who’ve been a little more forthcoming, here in the Confession Tuesday confessional!

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5 Comments
  1. February 23, 2010 3:00 pm

    🙂 It sounds tremendous! cogratulations.

  2. February 23, 2010 4:24 pm

    as soon as i find my thingy to get pictures off camera, i will send them your way.

    i love your confessions because they make me think. i just realized, for instance, that my two kitties from pre-mom/wife days are gone! ah oldness.

    isn’t there a snowday half-way house somewhere to drop the kids off tomorrow?

  3. February 23, 2010 4:36 pm

    Sounds like a good time!

  4. February 23, 2010 7:14 pm

    Wonderful stuff, from stones onward. Congratulations on some kick-ass days & nights.

  5. February 23, 2010 7:15 pm

    PS. Miss Daisy has great teeth for an old gal!

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