I’m hard on books. I read them in the bath, dog ear pages (though never write in them), splay them face down. With paperbacks that is. Hardcover usually gets treated better. But yesterday I was reading a hardcover of Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea and had to stop myself from dog-earing a favorite passage. A sudden thought struck me—though in pristine condition, the book had been gathering dust in my bookshelf for decades; I checked the copyright page. Sure enough, it was a bona fide first edition. Rare, collectible, and worth many thousands of dollars. Or priceless, depending on point of view. And I came THAT close to ruining it.
In the future I will be a better person.
Wrote this little joke in honor of all the snow we’ve had this winter:
Front door. Since this was taken another 12″ has fallen.
Armageddon mighty tired OF ALL THIS SNOW!!!!!!!
Do I have a future as a joke writer? Or should I keep my day job?
In honor of National Poetry month, I bravely post here my very first, and likely last, poem, inspired by Richard Blanco’s wonderful poem for the President’s inauguration, <a title=”One Today” href=”http://www.richard-blanco.com/inaugural-poet/one-today.php”>One Today</a>, and by his equally wonderful reading in Portland earlier this month.
Why I Don’t Write Poems
When it came time to pen
his poem about America, fellow
Mainer Richard Blanco wrote about
a school bus “pencil yellow.”
No one asked me to write that ode
but if they had
it would have been a
a school bus “mustard-yellow.”
And that is why
Richard Blanco is a poet