Strayed from the challenge again yesterday, after not having written anything for a few days—or so I thought. After posting, I remembered that this poem includes overheard conversation (the bit about the generals)…
I did not write anything yesterday; today is still up for grabs. Meanwhile, I re-discovered a couple (okay, four) poems I wrote in 1992, while I was still living in Tokyo. This particular poem would appear to be concerned with the subway.
Today’s writing prompt: If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Given the maelstrom of change that the long-overdue collapse of my marriage and subsequent divorce has sucked me into during the last fourteen months or so, plus an often-voiced desire over the years to be anybody other than myself, this question is kind of redundant.Continue reading
Between this and the other blog (The Lifelong Mixtape) I occasionally write, it’s probably obvious to even the casual observer that this has been a tough year. Unemployment, divorce, preparing to sell a house, and looking for a new place to live while also looking for a steady job—all at the same time? I don’t recommend it.