Old Photos

Wednesdays are my knitting nights so I have no time to post this evening. So instead I'm treating you (please note the sarcasm) to two of my favorite old pictures. That way I feel like I posted, and you get something new...er...old to look at.

Yeah I know that you probably don't really want to see my baby pictures, but it's my blog damn it.

Me in my favorite pose, reading, with my "who made this man a gunner" look. Yeah I was cross-eyed in all of my baby pictures. I was also blonde.

I'm not sure what I'm doing in this photo (or if I want to know), waiting for Kasparov to show up perhaps?

Poetry Sunday

I know it's supposed to be Poetry Friday but I was going through some old files and found an old poem of mine. I wrote this back in college and was pretty proud of it then. I'm not sure what I think about it now. But thought I'd share some older work.

Conversation

Half a minute

of stagnant silence

becomes an eternity

of waiting.

Rustling nervously,

you toy with the menu

and a nearly empty coffee cup.

Thoughts race
through my mind.

What should I mention?

What should I say?

Just two strangers,

waiting for a train,

of thought.

You flip open the menu

for the fiftieth time,

and comment

on the Eggs Benedict,

hoping to catch a spark.

I hate eggs I say,

and you laugh.

We’re here

for breakfast you know.

I drop my eyes

and the topic dies.

You pour sugar

into another cup of coffee.

And finally,

you grow bored

of drinking.

Stand,

sigh

and leave.