A Pansy for Your Thoughts

A free-form poem that explores Ophelia’s madness in Shakespeare’s Hamlet, and makes some guesses as to what drove her to her downfall.  Written at Northeastern University in 2010, revised in 2011 for the Greater Boston Intercollegiate Poetry Festival. I read this at my first ever poetry reading last week :)

As the days keep turning into nights...

I miss being alone in my own space.  I don't have my own space anywhere.  I think that is why I always elect to sleep in at Richard's when he goes to work.  Because then I am alone.  I never get to be alone otherwise.  I want an afternoon or an evening alone.

I hear it's nice in the summer, some snow would be nice...

Sitting in class right now.  Creative writing. Twelve kids and only one other English major. So it goes.

I'm loving studying literature these days.  My Vonnegut course is amazing, as usual Stu Peterfreund is the highlight of my semester.  "Understanding the Bible" is going well, in the sense that I'm wild about the material.  Not the book itself necessarily, but the fascinating history and geography and people behind it.  The professor, however, is quiet and meek, and is impossible to hear from anywhere in the room.  So we're not looking at an easy A, but it's fascinating stuff.