second starts and false footing

Alright. Let's get this ball rolling. The past two weeks or so have been way more hectic than I was expecting and unfortunately this blog had to fall to the wayside for a bit. But now we can have the triumphant return with parades and dancing and people rejoicing in the streets etc etc huzzah!

So I have returned to Boston from my ancestral lands with a renewed sense of vigor and determination. Already I have sent out a slew of resumes to various places across the country. Will anything come of it? I suppose time (and perhaps politely prodding emails) will decide.

Today I was asked by a friend to write a brief little bit on a cocktail with a theme for Ash Wednesday and/or Lent. How awkward. I just so happened to create a cocktail several years ago called Wednesday's Child, a little burning thing full of Peppar Vodka and Champagne and Goldschlager, and if such things tickle your fancy you can read all about it tomorrow, I'll post a link to the blog.

I was hesitant about putting actual poetry on here, but I've decided that since I am already rambling like a loon, I may as well give some tidbits of what it is I love most of all. Even if it does mean that random internet vultures might come and pick at the meat of me. I am no stranger to blogging, though this is admittedly my first fully public endeavor.

I wrote this quickly on the bus back from New York, it is not so much like my usual work but I like it. It's fast and jarring and maybe I am upsettingly preoccupied with my own demise at this juncture, but life has thrown me a curveball and I'm still trying to get the wind back into my lungs (somewhat literally as well, I have recently been diagnosed with asthma!).

Meat and Chemicals

Someday I will be
meat and chemicals
dissolving underground

calcium deposits
bits of carbon
iron and tooth
pieces of a life lived
on borrowed time
to be returned
before there is a fee

I will not let you take
this life
from me

I wake up each day myself
inside my own head

and when I am dead
with my meat and chemicals
buried underground

only I may decide
what words are inscribed
upon that final page

And love or hate it (especially if you hate it, as the poems are nothing like this one), you can purchase a nice solid book of my wordywords over here.

In which sometimes things start off awkwardly but build to a brilliant crescendo

A thousand apologies, dear internet. Some unfortunate health and family issues have waylaid the beginnings of this blogging endeavor, but I assure you, regular updates will begin tomorrow.

Let's get this party started.