Mom thinks that
The green corn plant
That she bought at the home store
On a whim,
Has grown so much it needs a bigger pot.
Right now I’m wondering if
Disabled daughters can ever get
A bigger pot, too.
If I had soil,
It would be pretty dry, but sometimes
I can throw out a tiny green shoot
Or two.
I’m not sure they ever bloom.
Or reach their best growthAnd I really did know it. I did an online event where we could potentially write three poems in two hours, following some prompts we came up with as a group.(I thought that possibly I'd be too slow, but I wasn't, really. Maybe a little, but it turned out. I think there was only one piece that could be a truly satisfying poem, ever, but it was good to experiment.
I wonder if I'd have had different subjects on my mind if it hadn't rained all day, yesterday.
-If it's not, I'm definitely in "falling action" Yay...although I will miss these characters a lot.
-in related news,whatever is not going well for me as a writer, it is not lack of diligence. I have submitted my butt off(metaphorically...my fine disabled posterior, overworked as it is, is right where it was.) over the last two years or so. Before that, I started and stopped a lot, but I had a lot less money.
First of all, as a disabled Berner, as well as(hopefully) a decent human, I really do hope that Bernie did have a mild case of coronavirus. I hope that he has a good doctor who is up on the latest research and can give good advice about what Bernie can handle as he recuperates. But still, I think we do live in a culture that is more comfortable reading Brene Brown books about vulnerability than actually admit to having any. On a personal note, has any public official making a COVID statement ever referred to their symptoms as *other* than mild before their being in the hospital…kind of forces the issue? Don’t really think so, which makes the statement a bit less than comforting, years out.(Also, I’ve known a few people who either died or were not the same after mild COVID cases. Not well, but I did.) I do think Bernie is missing an opportunity to show young people about being more than his job(as vital as his job is) by taking what he needs and not trying to push through too much. He missed an opportunity.
Responding to COVID as though it is serious is considered either passe or as a
remnant of some anxiety disorder. Which is why so many people in the
disability/ chronic illness community are so
upset with podcaster Jon Favreau.(who, I think is just compromised by being the sort of person for whom “getting back to normal is a desirable possibility. Some people’s “normal” kind of sucks.
https://disabilityvisibilityproject.com/2024/01/02/disabled-outrage-and-podsavejon/
Don’t know what to think about Fetterman. Still love his humor and his biography, much as I knew there might be a point of disagreement or two….there usually is. But it would be easier for me spiritually if it had either not been about Gaza or if it was, because PA had gone ahead and elected Military Ken in Conor Lamb.(Nobody ever had high hopes for a guy like Lamb to think they might be dashed in the first place…no wonder consultants like that kind of candidate so much! )Electing Fetterman was a lot of work, especially in view of what came at him in his recovery…don’t want to bail *too* early, but I do not intend to waste years as I did with Krysten Sinema, waiting for the person I worked for to come back.
Wish I might have had Rachel Maddow’s Prequel while I read Philip Roth’s “Plot Against America”(or, of course David Simon’s HBO adaptation) Not as much as I might wish this generation might have an FDR of our very own, but I digress.(we don’t…not to make this blog #BidenSucks, but sometimes he really does. So inspiring to have to go from that to “Gee, hope he wins,” or even worse…the thought of pushing his scrawny posterior over the finish line, knowing leftists like me get the blame but not the credit.
literally getting up in the morning last year. I'd like to have plans. :)(My inner teen is...kind of dying that i just posted something so...crippy, right now, because her other quest, besides earning all those A's, was being the You Can Hardly Tell Girl. Which, it should be noted. has always been a total lie.)
Although I did commit to even bigger and more insane writing goals this year(Even though part of me thinks it would be more sensible to slam my hand in a door than start anything new like that.) Can I write 200,000 words this year? Gonna borrow from "reality" though it's my least fave genre, and say "It's All About The Journey"(TM)
