The Library Adventures- Ogling

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When did the library become a night club? Who goes to the library to ogle people? Last week I went to the library to drop off a few books. I also wanted to pick up a couple more Laura Lippman novels to read during the final week of my current class. That didn’t work out too well. The books are still sitting here unread. So while I was looking at some books a guy walked by and mumbled “um um um” behind me. He did speak to and smile at me earlier but I was still a bit shocked. Granted I am bottom heavy and I was wearing yoga pants, and no I had not been doing any yoga, but seriously. Did my bum require comment? He could have made those noises for an entirely different reason. But I don’t think so because I’m quite familiar with that particular utterance. I wanted to tell him that when I go to the library it is to pick up books not men and although a man who reads or knows his way around the library is extremely sexy to me I was not impressed. I show up to ogle and choose books. Which I guess makes the library a kind of book nightclub.

Realization

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I am not a quitter.
I work really hard before
I ever attempt to give up.
But you have broken me
And walking away
Is the only way that
I can survive.

Another New Love

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I am in the midst of writing a ten page paper which is why I’ve been neglecting the blog this week. I spent a lot of time this month reading quite a bit which I have been enjoying. But I promise that next week will be better and I’m already stockpiling poetry for next month.

One of the items on my writer’s resolutions this year is to join at least two writing organizations. Well last month during a moment of peace in an otherwise crazy month I joined AWP. This month I received my first issue of their magazine, “The Writer’s Chronicle” and I’m already in love. I’ve already learned so much from just flipping through it. Look for a piece next month that’s inspired by something I read earlier today.

Once again, I hope that you all are reading as many novels as possible during National Novel Reading Month.

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Watch Your Step

woman on the edge

Good girls go bad and
Often snap
But that’s the point
When you can’t
Turn back

Trust me,
I’ve stood on that ledge
Inching closer and closer
To the edge
Watching pebbles drop
Beneath my feet
Staring into the crevice deep

But the moment that haze drops over the eyes
From the other women and lies
That’s the point of no return, the danger spot
When the good girl gets hot
She no longer cares about hurt feelings or damaged things
There’s no amount of apologizing that can bring
Her back

Sugar is my Crack

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Today I wanted to share a funny piece. Well, I hope you find it funny. This piece comes from a line I uttered in late January, early February and I realized that it is so true. Sugar is my drug of choice. I’m sharing this piece after I’ve loaded up on iced chai & a peach muffin at the local coffee shop and before I go to the kitchen to bake a load of gingerbread and thought of making toasted coconut pound cake. Hope you all enjoy.

I love junk food
I cannot lie.
But my true weakness
is visible on my thighs.
Donuts, candy, baked goods and all that;
honest to goodness,
sugar is my crack.

Swedish fish, Sugar Babies, Reese’s Pieces,
coffee Roll.
I wouldn’t trade those goodies for
a pot of gold.
The best things in life are sugary,
sweet good eats.

New Addiction- Laura Lippman

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As many of you know, I am a bibliophile. I love, love, love a good book. I recently stumbled across a book on the new releases shelf at my library and I was intrigued by the plot of the book. The novel I read was Laura Lippman’s latest release After I’m Gone. Well, it was amazing! This is the first of her novels that I have read and now I’m addicted. I’ve already picked up a couple more Lippman releases. I read the entire book and discovered that Lippman is married to David Simon (The Wire, Homicide: Life on the Streets, The Corner and decorated journalist) and he gave his wife the idea of writing about the story that lies at the core of the book. After I’m Gone is an amazingly brilliant story inspired by real life events but Lippman didn’t solve the core mystery she instead focused on those left behind. It really struck a chord with me as I am tackling the issue in a paper about the same topic in Toni Morrison’s Song of Solomon. Needless to say, once again, I am in love. There is power in the words and works of our authors. I hope that you all are taking the time to enjoy them this National Reading Month.

A Note to Life

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Dear Life,

You are not fair. You are robbing me of my strongest supporters; the biggest hearted people I know. So I am not in the mood for your foolery. I am not going to take your crap today. I will not be accepting any troubles, rants, or flat tires today. I know that I have no control over you but I would love it if you’d give me a break, allow me to write, and stop interfering in my varying modes of creativity. I know that you are testing me but I am an excellent test taker.
I will not listen to doubts, criticism, or knocks on my personality but I will live you to the fullest and love like it is air; simply because they would want me too. And I’m good with that.

~B