one small girl

sweet as a eucalyptus, terrible as a tempest

hmmm...

i am, i think, overdosing on caffeine at the moment.

you see, i just made the most magnifique quadruple chocolate double espresso cookies.
it's so gooey.
goeey and chooey
like fresh fudge browney

then a surprise crunch
of bitter espresso beans
enveloped in milk chocolate

and chunks of unsweetened chocolate
and chunks of bittersweet chocolate
clogging the pores
of the chewy, gooewy, not too sweety
espresso powder and amazing french cocoa-filled
fudgy browniey cookie.

it's the perfect company
for a broken spirit

anybody wants to know how i am feeling
please refer to the book of ecclesiastes.

posted by: onesmallgirl at 19:47 | link | |

without song

i used to be able to write verses in a flash.
no, i don't write poetry
but i can.

they had nobody else to enter in my class in high school,
so they signed my name.
i do my writing midnight of the deadline date
as crammers always do
and get first place and published in the school paper.

i wrote a high school goodbye song entry in about 30 minutes
on the last day of submission
and it gets chosen

i wrote a poem for humanities class
the professor wanted to have it published in the collegian
it was about my favorite brand of tissue.

i cram again now for verses
i am unable to write
unlike before
i find myself now without words
without thought
without muse
without song.

something happened to me in the last couple of years.
and i(t)
                   [b]
                        led to my death.

posted by: onesmallgirl at 16:20 | link | comments (4) |

the great james gatz

why did i not read this book earlier in my life?

this book is such a delight to read. not because i'm sucked into that old world i know nil about, but because the cast are so fascinatingly writ. they are darling, multi-faceted characters! not only that, f.scott fitzgerald's use of words...and ya'll know how i love writers who manipulate words like a marionette.

..to be continued!

posted by: onesmallgirl at 21:30 | link | comments |