Short Little Nothings

Hello, readers!

This week has flown by in a burst of unexpected activity. Or rather, the activity was expected, what wasn’t expected was everything else. I didn’t expect loving my classmates, making a new friend, suddenly finding myself a volunteer, feeling completely at home in grad school. I didn’t expect there were people I’d miss so quickly. Mostly I miss my wife.

Grad school has truly felt like starting a new chapter. My hectic schedule means there’s quite a bit I’m giving up in order to pursue this degree. And the weird thing is, I don’t feel all that busy. At the end of the day, when I look back exhausted, I realize everything I’ve been doing. For the most part though, I feel kinda breezy. It’s an odd feeling to have, I realize. I don’t hate it though.

I’m in the process of settling in so I can get back to reading for fun. I refuse to turn into one of those people who stops reading for pleasure. (Although, I’m aware that’s what might end up happening, so bear with me). Once I figure my schedule out, I’ll start posting about bookish things and loving you all literary like. All seduction and poetry. Actually, a short poetry anthology might be good. What do you guys think?

I’m getting back to the books. It’s a short, not about anything exactly post, I know. I just felt like writing something for you guys. #KeepingTheHabit

Until next time, readers!

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Destination: Christmas #9

This Christmas series is brought to you thanks to Book Riot’s Literary Advent Calendar. It’s a combination of poetry, short stories, and essays. I’ll be posting every day, some days twice to keep up with my regular posts. Click the story title for the full text. Now, let’s get this Christmas show on the road!

Day 9

The Burglar’s Christmas

by Elizabeth L. Seymour

Guess who forgot to write yesterday’s Christmas post? This girl, right here! The show must go on, however. So today I’m picking up at #9.

Christmas is that time of year where we allow ourselves to believe in miracles. Small mercies and little surprises that make the season glow with the combined anticipation of everyone who participates of it. We want to believe that we can be redeemed, cleansed under the falling snow to reemerge someone kinder and more capable of love.

The protagonist of this story had such an opportunity. He was surprised out of poverty and the brink of death, only to stumble back into the arms of a family he’d thought lost to him for good. The Holiday season is one where we dare to hope for something better. We hope that the Grinch or Scrooge in our life will see the error of his ways. That come Christmas morning their hearts will have grown three sizes. That they will love us better, love us finally.

We also hope for ourselves. Little miracles that seem small compared to the feat that is making a heart expand. Song after song, begging Santa to leave cushioned boxes full of love under the tree. The wrapping paper concealing so many possibilities. Schrodinger’s Christmas. Except we open the box, we find sweaters and batteries for toys we don’t play with anymore. And we’re still the same people. And all that hope was for nothing.

But every year we open up our hearts to the possibility of more. We hope. And believe. And approach the tree with our hearts on our sleeves. Looking for love in all the wrong places.

I hope you find the love you’re looking for this season, readers.

Have a good one!

Destination: Christmas #6

This Christmas series is brought to you thanks to Book Riot’s Literary Advent Calendar. It’s a combination of poetry, short stories, and essays. I’ll be posting every day, some days twice to keep up with my regular posts. Click the story title for the full text. Now, let’s get this Christmas show on the road!

Day 6

A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas

After an intense weekend and lacking sleep, what did I do as soon as I was done with work? I came home, changed, and went out again. I got home a little bit ago and, not gonna lie, I had a blast. It is entirely possible that I’m a little tipsy right now, but that’s just proof that I enjoyed myself, right? Either way, I’m here, dutifully writing all my thoughts for you. I should probably apologize for that.

I should also probably apologize about the fact that all I’m getting from the poem is snow. Or rather, that I’m hungry and tired and tipsy and all I’m choosing to see is snow. How he thrusts his hands into it and comes up with memory, like the whiteness all blends together to form a passage through the years. Snow falls and every Christmas is white. And from every snowflake emerges a new memory. This one, surprisingly, of fire. I’m always a sucker for imagery. For words that place you somewhere so specific you can’t help but be there. This poem does that for me, lulling me into feeling like I’m reading prose it gifts me with interesting imagery.

I’m probably not reading this properly. How about tomorrow I give you a better take on it? It’ll do you more justice.

In any case, I hope you guys have had a lovely weekend. See you tomorrow, folks.

Destination: Christmas #5

This Christmas series is brought to you thanks to Book Riot’s Literary Advent Calendar. It’s a combination of poetry, short stories, and essays. I’ll be posting every day, some days twice to keep up with my regular posts. Click the story title for the full text. Now, let’s get this Christmas show on the road!

Day 5

The Adventure of the Blue Carbuncle

by Arthur Conan Doyle

Hello, readers!

I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a brutal day. The catering company I work for had an all day event today, needless to say my feet are killing me. This whole rest during the weekend thing is proving to be an elusive concept. However, I’m happy because money is coming in and, after my trip, I really need it.

I was honestly feeling hard pressed to read today’s entry in the calendar when I got home, but it turned out to be a Sherlock Holmes story. And, really, who can ever turn down Holmes? All at once you fall into that familiar writing and you forget everything else. For me, reading stories or novels about Sherlock Holmes always carries that familiar feeling. Almost like going back to visit an old friend, for an hour, a few days or weeks depending on the length of the text. It’s always nice, reading something in that very particular style.

I’d never thought to put Christmas and Sherlock Holmes together, but I guess it’s understandable that with such a large number of texts there should be mention of Christmas somewhere. This particular story is about geese and jewels. Also some forgiveness. And a crazy, twisting plot where Holmes solves the puzzle to everyone’s amazement. I kind of wish it’d had more a more Christmasy feel to it, but at the same time I enjoy the fact that it departs from the usual Holiday fare. I appreciate it’s unexpected inclusion into the calendar.

I’m excited to see what else they’ve included in this Literary Advent Calendar! Join me tomorrow to find out what’s next! Stay cool, readers.

Have a good one!

Destination: Christmas #3

This Christmas series is brought to you thanks to Book Riot’s Literary Advent Calendar. It’s a combination of poetry, short stories, and essays. I’ll be posting every day, some days twice to keep up with my regular posts. Click the story title for the full text. Now, let’s get this Christmas show on the road!

Day 3

The Elves and the Shoemaker

by the Grimm Brothers

Is it weird that I’d never read the story about the Elves and the Shoemaker? Probably. But now I have and I’m happy about it. Short, but sweet just about covers it and it hits the spot for today when I’m still sore all over and in a general state of mawpness. It’s nice, you know. These people who just went ahead and did something nice for these elves because they were grateful. Sometimes people don’t know how to be grateful. They see things as their due, rather than seeing them as gift or privileges. And Christmas, for all the warm feelings it gives me, is a time that’s full of ungratefulness. I’ve seen kids be so mean to parents and grandparents because the gifts they got them weren’t expensive or big.

It breaks my heart over and over because I remember seeing my cousins do it to my grandmother. There was a year she bought them generic video games and they looked at her like she’d literally given her a bag of coal. She felt so bad afterwards, asked me what was wrong with the games. I remember feeling so angry at them for not seeing the effort she’d put into it. I remember telling her the games were fine, they were the ones who were ungrateful. Thinking about it now still makes me angry, it still makes me sad. A little gratitude goes a long way.

A story like this, the whole pay it forward mentality behind it all, serves to make me happy. To remind me to be grateful for all the gifts life gives me, the little “elves” that dash in and out bringing me a laugh when I need it or lending me an ear when I need to talk. In the spirit of showing appreciation, I want to thank you guys for reading. I hope my words bring you a little bit of happiness and joy.

Have a good one readers!

Destination: Christmas #1

I had plans of cramming as many Holiday themed books I could into December, but then I stumbled into Book Riot’s Advent Calendar and I was instantly hooked. It’s a combination of poetry, essays, and short stories, which should keep things interesting. It also means I’ll be posting every day, some days twice to keep up with the usual posts! Exciting, no?

Day 1

[little tree] by E. E. Cummings

Awwwww, you guys! That was such a sweet little poem. It makes me feel warm and snug. I couldn’t help but picture a little girl holding up her arms and greedily trying to hold all the ornaments at once. I miss that feeling, the complete immersion in the beauty of Christmas. As we grow older we get tangled in the webs of adulthood, the lose ends and the threads that seem to go on forever. I feel like I was forcefully shoved into adulthood, made to leave behind the glittering innocence of being a child. This poem made me feel that for a little bit. What a lovely way to start the Holiday season!