April! Which means it's National Poetry Month! Which means I'll be posting a poem every day. To begin:What's In My Journal
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
Things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beatify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't find them. Someone's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
Books!What I've just finished
I did a reread of The Raven Cycle
books and ugh, I just want the last one RIGHT NOW. ( spoilers and speculation )
I JUST WANT TO KNOW.What I'm reading nowThe Silkworm
by Robert Galbraith, aka, JK Rowling. I'm enjoying it, though I feel like Strike is spending way too much time thinking about his ex. Didn't we wrap that up in the first book? On the plus side, it's all about the murder of an author, so there's a lot of gossip about publishing, something I feel like she'd know a little about, and also dick jokes. OMG SO MANY DICK JOKES. I APPROVE.What I'm reading next
It is, as always, a mystery.
: Tricksters( spoilers! omg! )
Ahem. Yes. So that was 95% AWESOME and 5% ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME. Not a bad percentage, but that last five percent better see some improvement soon, or so help me, I'm going to write a sternly worded letter.