Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
from Rachel Dilworth's The Wild Rose Asylum
I've been reading a metric shit ton of poetry this month. July was Camp NaNoWriMo, and this time around I elected to write a poem a day. So I've been reading and writing and writing and reading. Rachel Dilworth's The Wild Rose Asylum is absolutely heartbreaking. It's about the Magdalen laundries in Ireland. Dilworth received a Fulbright scholarship to travel to Ireland, where she conducted research for the book.
I also read Nicole Cooley's The Afflicted Girls, about the Salem Witch Trials. It, too, is heartbreaking.
Friday, July 25, 2014
These bozos were in the back field, shooting a compound bow. The line of trees and shrubs are hiding another apartment complex. Which they are shooting toward. Assholes.
I don't know if they even live here, or if they just thought this looked like an awesome place for target practice. There were two people out in the field, playing with their dogs, while this was going on.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
My bad knee started misbehaving half-way to work this morning. It was unstable all day, and I wasn't sure what the hell I was going to do if it was still hurting when it was time to go home. It did pretty well, though! I had a few twinges walking home, when I put my weight on it wrong, but it held up.
Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
There's a pedestrian underpass I use to cross the bypass, when I walk to work. It's fairly new. Last spring, there was no graffiti. Slowly the darn kids have painted the hell out of it, and I actually kind of like what they've done with the place.