What I'm doing tonight!

Going to hear Lisa B. read her poetry at the CityArt series, of course!

Some history here. Lisa B. and I have known each other since we were grad students together at BYU a million years ago. When I first met her she was discussing foreign films with loads of passion, and I thought to myself, "Dude! I would like to know that girl!" And lo and behold we became the best of pals. When I first started writing columns for Parent Express, I used to call her and read what I'd written for her seal of approval. Also, whenever we had babies--WHICH WAS OFTEN--we'd show up for each other with casseroles. (Side note: Lisa's casseroles were always better than my casseroles, possibly because fresh mushrooms were involved with hers.) The fact that we're still in each other's lives all these years later is a source of pure joy for me.

I love Lisa's poetry. But that's not why I'm going tonight. I always like to see what Lisa's wearing. Hot damn! That girl has got the sparkle thing going on!

Writing exercises

So I've been going to the Poetry Daily site every morning, and then I try to dash off a quick (badly written, but that's not the point) poem of my own as a way to get the juices flowing. Anyhoo. Today's poem was called "In the Room of Glass Breasts." And I just went . . . no. Also, hell no. Didn't even bother to read the poem (which is possibly brilliant, but who knows?) because I could NOT get past many unfortunate visuals.