Tuesday, January 08, 2008

SPC: Celebration 1.


We can toast all night, we can stay up with the stars and tell stories. I will open the door, and you will come in, leave the slushy boots at the door, and please don't mind the dogs--they just like to jump.

I have to tell you about today: how we had a fog day, which seems like the most ridiculous thing in the world, just after I sung its praises, and how I decided that I wouldn't apply to those last five MFA programs across the map (Oregon, Boston, etc.) but instead put that energy and money into low-residency programs. And I will tell you how that felt better, how I could feel a little relief when I did it, and a little hope for next year.

I will tell you about the little flutter too. You know you've felt it.

9 comments:

gay said...

a perfect picture of celebration and i love your poetry.

Angel said...

i can hear the glasses chinking!

Ecky said...

Hi Molly,

Thanks for dropping by at my blog, good luck to us for blogging everyday lol..

KeLL said...

I hope the flutter is a baby....just kidding

angela said...

beautiful words here Molly, and happy new year to you :)

Nicole said...

ohhh! this photo is very lovely with the glasses.

Barb said...

Perfect. Love the texture that comes through. I can feel the bubbles tickle my noise.

tic@ said...

thank you for visiting my blog.
I didn't get all what you mean in your text, but sound like poetry isn't it?
Celebration means nice glasses for me too ;-)
see you soon on SPC!

gkgirl said...

i love this...
so real...