FREE BAGELS! who could resist?

Is it bad that I don't feel the slightest bit guilty about pretending to be interested in a club so that I can partake in their delicious free food? I was waiting for class to start this morning and noticed a bunch of bagels and coffee sitting on a table. I started talking to the girls sitting behind it. Apparently they were social work majors. Now, don't get me wrong, I think it's fabulous that they want to dedicate their lives to helping people in need, but I have no interest in doing so myself. Anyways, they said I could have food if I signed up for the email list...If you sign up, and then unsubscribe as soon as they start flooding your inbox with pointless emails, could partaking in the deliciousness offered in exchange for interest in their club be considered stealing? I could wax philosophical about this, but in the end all I really care about is the fact that I got a bagel out of it. Gotta love college life.

The DUDE

Hello world! My dearest Dragon Lady invited me to join her in 'turning our brain vomit into words' so here I am. Don't expect anything deep or insightful from me. Even the poetry I write is completely ridiculous. You'd think that because I write haikus, which are supposed to be reflective on nature and the cosmos and such I would at least be somewhat thought provoking, but I'm afraid I butcher the art form. Anyhow, enough of my babbling, that should be good enough for an introduction. Until next time I decide to spam the internet with my pointless blabber,


The DUDE

Word and Question: the poet's parlour game

If you have never played word and question, you have suffered a tragedy easily remedied. Strong-arm a few friends, sit in a circle, and provide each with paper and writing implements. Let each write a Word at the top of their paper, and fold it over so as to render the word invisible. Pass the papers to your neighbor on the right. Let each write a Question under the fold hiding the Word. Roll up the papers and distribute at random among the players. If a player gets the paper with their Question, they must switch with another. It begins. Let each write a Poem, whether sonnet or haiku or freeform or what have you. It Must: answer the Question and contain the Word. Gather the papers and read aloud. Laugh till you cry. Try to guess the author for added interest!

Impressions: Coffee Shop as Break Ends

I've a habit of scribbling down lines wherever I am, trying to capture what it is I'm sensing and feeling, my impression of the moment. This was written in an airport, awaiting my plane home.

Brown couches beige floor

Simmer sounds and earthy smell

Strings like windchimes sweep away

Sweet dark voice weaving a spell.

Flowing traffic human feet

Though there’s neither door nor wall

Somehow seems a shadow play

Not a bustling busy hall.

Soon it’s back to every day

Wistful smile, whispered thought

Float on memory moments more

Savor coffee while it’s hot.

R de E, 1/6/15