Monthly Archives: May 2013

Bad Poetry Friday

Untitled  c. 1994


What’s it like to

fall in love

to feel and touch

what we think is real


What’s it like to

find someone special

to know that they are truly the one


What’s it like to

lose someone you care about

to know that you

can never see them again



What’s it like to write a terrible poem with no punctuation?

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More Wednesday Reads

Guess what? I’m still on vacation (on my way to Slovenia and Germany now) . Lots of train and bus travel = lots of reading (and napping). This is what I’m currently reading/ planning on reading the rest of this week. I’m happy to report that I’m making an actual dent in my TBR pile, which is great news since ALA is a month away and as I’ve learned, my TBR grows exponentially after a conference.

1. That’s That by Colin Broderick

2. Brewster by  Mark Slouka

3.  The Lives of Tao by Wesley  Chu

4. Wonderbread Summer by Jessica Anya Blau

5. Life After Life by Kate Atkinson

6. All You Could Ask For by Mark Greenberg

7. The Lost Code by Kevin Emerson

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Mortification Monday

Today’s diary entries feature more crush drama with Mark and yet another a cruel joke. I can’t seem to catch a break.

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Inspiration Playlist Volume 2, Track 2 “Do You Realize?”

Sometimes when I’m in a tornado of self-doubt I blast the hell out of this song and pretend the Flaming Lips are singing about me. It helps.


You realize that life goes fast
It’s hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn’t go down
It’s just an illusion caused by the world spinning round

Do You Realize – that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize

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Bad Poetry Friday

Makes No Sense  c. 1994


There is no warmth in a cold man’s heart

there is no life after we part

Eternity could end tomorrow

or the day after

We could all end our lives

in tears or laughter

Our last breath could be poison

our last look a crime

they look me up

but I’ve done the time



These poems just keep getting worse.




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Wednesday Reads

I’m on vacation this week (Croatia if you’re curious) and using my downtime to catch up on my reading which has fallen short as I finished up my Lethal edits.


What am I reading, you ask? I should warn you it’s eclectic:


1. The Silence of Bonaventure Arrow by Rita Leganski

2. The Last Summer of the Camperdowns by Elizabeth Kelly

3.  The Universe Vs. Alex Woods by Gavin Extence

4. A Constellation of Vital Phenomena by Anthony Marra

5. Two Boys Kissing by David Levithan

6. Big Girl Panties by Stephanie Evanovich

7.  Wedding Night by Sophie Kinsella


Anyone reading anything good?

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Mortification Monday

In which I reveal cruel jokes, mean friends, making the cheerleading squad, and a new “massive” crush.

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Inspiration Playlist Volume 2, Track 1, “Stubborn Love”

I’ll confess. As sick as I am of the Lumineers, I still like this song and the fairly inspirational message. Also, it’s catchy as hell and the video gives me all the feels.


When we were young, oh, oh, we did enough
When it got cold, ooh, ooh, we bundled up
I can’t be told, ah, ah, it can’t be done

It’s better to feel pain, than nothing at all
The opposite of love’s indifference
So pay attention now, I’m standing on your porch screaming out
And I won’t leave until you come downstairs

So keep your head up, keep your love
Keep your head up, my love x2


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Bad Poetry Friday

Keeping up with last week’s theme of bad country songs, here is another.


Mother c. 1994


My mother’s happiness was locked in a jar

without it she  couldn’t go far

The pills were like candy

she always had them handy

Til the day that they were gone

we never thought anything was wrong

She stole from Daddy

and then from me

soon we were out of money

Daddy worked from dawn til dusk

and I learned that mother’s pills were a must

Daddy begged her to stop

he pleaded each day

But Mama grew cold and faded away

Daddy drank to ease his pain

He messed with his life as it was a game

Daddy left after mama died

To God and myself I lied

Neither of them ever came back

too bad my life fell through the cracks

they saw their habits as a way of life

but it stabbed me like a knife

I turned to strangers and my life on the street

I did evil things to keep shoes on my feet

Til the day I met a man

I gave him my love and my hand

My life could have ended

Lord only knows how

But I thank you my mother for shutting me out.



This is a great song to celebrate Mother’s Day. God this is shit.

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Mortification Monday

Today’s selection of six short entries span 10 days and include making mad cash babysitting, a new potential best friend, and of course more on the Justin/ Tiffany saga and my crush on Kyle.


Friday, August 26th

Justin needs to make some friends. He and Toff are a couple now but he calls me a lot. I babysat from 5:30-12. I called him and we talked on the phone for an hour. I told him I love him. Do I? Probably not. He’s Tiffany’s. Anyway he’s not that cute. I still like Kyle. Does he like me?

Saturday, August 27th

Dear Diary,

I stayed home and slept in instead of going to dad’s game. I was eating lunch and the phone rang and Mrs. G wanted me to babysit tonight. I did and got $13. I made $38 this week. Justin called again. he is driving me crazy. I told him to stop calling me. I am also starting a novel. Jennifer (my new friend) is Lutheran. Hopefully we’ll become best friends.



Sunday, August 28th

Dear Diary,

Today was the dumb pancake breakfast. I hate it. Next week Jennifer might come to church with me. I had to do yard work 😦 I hate it. Mom and dad treat me like a baby. I mean, what kind of bedtime is 9:00 on a weekend?



September 4th

Dear Diary,

Nothing happened this week, as if I could remember. Jennifer is spending the night on Saturday.



Monday, September 5th

Dear Diary,

My Labor Day stunk. I got up at 8 to go to a picnic breakfast at Seminole Park. What fun. We walked 2 miles.

Love. Danielle

Tuesday, September 6th

Dear Diary,

I was supposed to babysit tonight but Mrs. G. doesn’t need me. I call Jenn every night.

Love, Danielle

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