I am really enjoying posting at 100 Words. It's a fabulous way for me to be mindful each day, and it is really making me think creatively again. Huzzah! I had my poetry meeting today also, so that helped keep me be in the writing mode.

I know that the 100 Words posting are for the 100 Words site (and I wouldn't use the exact postings for publishing or anything like that), but I want to reproduce today's posting here, just to show the kind of thing I am trying to get to in 100 words:

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When he finished talking about his mother, he slipped between his lips one of his thick kiwi and tuna rolls, letting the dark soy sauce gather and sit at the corner of his mouth. She took her chopsticks from their thin white paper sleeping bag and snapped them apart in a sharp quick way that told him she was not having a good time. She slowly rubbed them together to free the jagged splinters from the soft wood. This motion reminded him of the way a chef sharpens a blade along a metal cylinder to prepare for an expert carving.
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I sent out four poems to each of the following places so we will see what happens: Mid-Atlantic Review, New Orleans Review, West Branch, Western Humanities Review. I won't know for 3 months or more. Now I just need to write more poems to have things to send out to other places.

I am sick with a cold so I don't even feel like writing or working out or doing much of anything else anyway. I did promise someone I'd go to bed at 11:30 instead of work freelance all night, so I'd better do that.

To end the post ...

My Favorite Spam of the Day: Hot Butter and You

Sexy Sadi sent me this message. It is one of the only food messages that I have ever received (no, Viagra is not a food). The first time I read it I envisioned myself in a movie theater sitting in a giant tub of popcorn, the screen light flickering off the yellow glow of the oily butter around me. Very odd.