Haiku long time coming

Woe, when writer’s block
finally breaks. Where am I
to put all the words?

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1. Make Lists

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Here is my list this week of things to do on my project. I know – boring, but boring — well — These are the mundane details that lead to the next thing –

1. Pick through already written work, decide what goes in the book what gets tossed
2. rehearse new pieces for recording
3. set up times  for recording
4. decide if I’m going to have any instrumentation on the disc
5. set up site for hosting audio recordings so qr codes can go right in the book
6. start thinking about cover art
7. CD art?
8. double check prices on cd reproduction?
9. Talk to printers in town about binding options
10. edit
11. keep editing
12. schedule a launch, a reading, a something –
13. test out some new pieces at other open mics

Tomorrow, I will tackle something from the todo list and something from the creative list — Be creative with me – then talk about it, and then tell some one else to come along —

No excuses.

in search of muse.

I don’t know if I have a hundred words tonight-
maybe just a poem about writer’s block.
oh wait, I already wrote that-
Maybe I could tell you about spring-
but certainly there is a post like that hanging around somewhere –
Perhaps I could post a picture of my kiddo – 
or tell you why I love teaching –
Man, am I out of ideas.
I’m feeling faintly ambivalent to the political
and too overwhelmed with the state of the Big East
to really talk about sports.

Dear muse, where have you run off to.
Would you mind, a return trip – stop by my bed tonight
breathe some inspiration in my half sleeping parted lips-
let the words that I wake with tomorrow –
be better than what I have tried to rake out tonight.

I need to write a bio of myself-

It needs to be a
paragraph long. Instead could
I write a haiku?

When everything is going just as it should –

 But Charlie, don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he always wanted. 
 What happened? 
He lived happily ever after.
                                  – Willy Wonka and The Chocolate Factory

I had a hell of a teaching week last week.  Things were not going in my classroom how I wanted them.  Students were behaving outside of my classroom, and perhaps in it, in ways that disappointed me.  This coupled with the fact that we remain a district with an interim superintendent, a principal who leaves in two weeks, and no contract to speak of, well let’s just say there was some drinking done last weekend.

Also,  my students got the business from me a time or two in the last week.  At the end of one of my self-righteous lectures. . . A student raised her hand, politely, as she was sure I could still bite.
“Ms. B, have you ever thought of recording those rants, they sound a whole lot like poems”.

Sunday night haiku

Biting my tounge till
It bleeds. Not picking fights. No
longer worth my time-

Advice from English majors

She tells me, “one thing at a time”.
She believes that all stories
get the ending they are supposed to,
She has to.
Underneath the all-business facade,

30 Days of Lists – Day Five

unconfessional poet.

Confessional poetry  is a problem.
I mean, I want to be just like Sylvia and Annie,
(as if the three of us just sat down to lunch yesterday),
and get down with the courses of verses I could lay on the page.
But I’m not all that ready for everyone to
know the level of insane that I harbor.

In breaths.

Having gotten sent home twice,
and nearly three times,
at five years old,
from a camp run
by the Y –
Last week, to say the least,
was tough for my energetic one.