I think Doc is planning to hire me after I graduate.
Can't say anything for certain until after we've had a real chat, but I've known for a while that he's starting a publishing company. He called me yesterday and the gist of the conversation was "I would hire you right now, but there's a conflict of interest because you're still my student." Needless to say, I'm very interested.
From what he's told me in the past, he's planning to publish one book a year, adolescent literature with a socially conscious message. He's also planning to station it in Virgina, so I'm not sure what that means for me yet. One book is already more or less finished, and there are two more lined up. And that is the extent of my knowledge thus far.
Meanwhile, I just had my first week of the semester. Fiction is going to be a lot of reading - he's already passed out enough handouts to kill a few trees. Poetry is looking pretty meh. I'm most interested in Nonfiction right now, though I'm the only one in that class with a creative writing background. It's still too early to say very much though; once the semester really gets going, I'll have a lot more to do.
The radio internship begins on Monday, but after that I'll only be there on Fridays. Monday is a sort of training session I guess since we couldn't meet this week. We'll see how it goes:
Doc: "I think you'll enjoy it. They'll treat you right."
Me: "And if they don't, you'll be on their case?"
Doc: "Damn right. No one is treating Rodette badly."
I feel so protected I should also get my textbooks next week. I always put off ordering them to ensure I actually need everything before spending anything. I only needed six, and it was less than $100 this year.
And I have a new laptop. Touchscreen. The old one, retroactively dubbed "Fred" by Dr. Minnick, had been shutting down unexpectedly on me, which is the absolute last thing I need it to do when I'm working on papers or whatever. I decided to call the new one "Data."
I'm enjoying the touchscreen a lot more than I thought I would. I decided to get one since everything is going in that direction anyway; may as well get used to it now. I thought about getting one that could convert into a tablet, but they didn't have the memory capacity that I wanted.
I guess you could say I've had a pretty good week. As expected, my anxiety issues have begun to die down now that I'm back in classes. They'll disappear once things gather steam.
`TwilightPoetess is holding a DLD Suggestion Contest
Couple of new groups in town: %BurdenedHearts and the %ComeTogetherProject.
I hope `IrrevocableFate comes back soon - I don't know what's going on without her articles
AquariumI’m glad I’m not an aquarium -
I hope you never see any of the
Slithering fishes eyed in the
Bowl that holds my mind
There are plenty more fish in the sea and I’m
Plenty sure that’s what scares me
timezonesyou know, it's kind of funny
how lost we all get sometimes
In stained keyboards and luminescent blue
when that's not our whole world
just like I am not the full package:
no one is.
But I can't help but love you
even though we have never touched
or stood, face-to-face, hand-to-hand.
but I will see you someday.
Because I realized sometime last year
Time zones can't damage me the way they once did
When I felt like it was a bridge I just couldn't cross.
now I know I can see you. I will see you. We shall meet.
that realization hits at 12:34 and I wonder
if it means
I can finally sleep.
Distance can't break me.
Not now. Not now.
3.i saw you today.
my knees did not get weak.
my stomach did not fill with flutters.
i was not at a loss.
seeing you standing there,
i realized that you are not the boy
who still has a home
in my heart.
the person you are now
is merely a ghost of who you were.
all of your efforts simply
i love you always
for who you once were.
my heart has a bookmark
for the boy of nursing christmases and hot chocolate.
however, i cannot mourn you anymore.
i lost you to your demons
when the dam within you burst,
but it was never my battle to fight.
you died that month,
as though it were autumn,
but i still believe in reincarnation
and pray that you will come back to life.
i hope you will wake one day and think to seek help
and maybe then you'll realize
that the person you wish to be
you have already been.
Twelve Autumnal Moments1. When the rays of the sun reached the terrace she was already dead, her brittle wings still pristine in the low-hanging light.
2. The hot chocolate would taste better with someone to share, thought the girl to herself as she went to her usual table by the corner and untied her scarf. Then she opened her book and dreamed of the boy that would one day walk through that door.
3. Before he was finished with the words, before he has even started, even, the lulling breeze that had inspired him was already gone with the sunlight.
4. Listening to the echoes of her footsteps in the corridor and trying to find the right classroom, she wondered if this year would finally be the one to make the difference.
5. The girl runs ahead on their way back from the appointment, screaming with laughter at the emerging colour all around her, while the father looks at the ripening rowan berries through silent tears knowing that his daughter won't live to see an another year.
6. He's dressed in tweed and clu
Back Pain"Hmmm, that's odd," Doctor Bunsen muttered, holding my x-rays up to the light.
"You have an unusual structure at the base of your spine. Here, look."
I tried to see what his finger pointed to, but all I saw was a knot of bone, shaped like all the other knots of bone in my back. I shrugged, and immediately regretted it: bolts of agony shot up my spine.
"That's what's causing my pain?"
"Honestly, I don't know." He appeared deep in thought, the x-rays now held at waist level, unseen. He was clearly racking his brain, a half-forgotten memory triggered by something he'd just seen.
"Hmm, what? Oh yes." He snapped back to the present, smiled at me sheepishly. "Tell you what, I'll be right back."
When he left the room I picked up my x-rays from where he'd laid them next to me. No matter how I oriented them, I just couldn't see what he saw. I mean, there was
behind Moon Mother's skirt,
Thesaurus TribulationsI called you a
as I hiked my syllables
up past my thigh.
Your wide eyes,
shining out godless rhythm and
mania, seemed to me
like innocence and divinity, divided
by a deity's petty games of distance. I couldn't
Andbutso, when your static hands
trailed over my heaving meters,
when your wi-fi lips smoldered over my
I granted you diplomatic immunity
towards my craft. I let you
artist as you were,
because your voice was
dark matter and paradoxes and
all the dust that
clung to my bones.
(We rattled and
rolled like skeletons in
mud, our ribs tangling and
our fingers meeting one
I ignored the signs that
you were scheming away
because you had
stanzas that melted
my frigid tips.
And thus, my new-age adage
the worst of
I thought you were after my
metaphorical sex, my
passion for dictionary trysts.
In fact, your
was after my
delusional slopes and