Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, In addition to the baptism by McCartney last night, beforehand (because naturally we were early), Word Raccoon’s ears perked up. “Is…is that Cake?” she asked. It was. It was CAKE doing a cover of “Strangers in the Night.” What?? WR immediately demanded to know what album it was from. Friends, it was StubbsContinue reading ““Strangers in the Night” Cake”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon and I attended an old-fashioned, honest-to-goodness release-day listening party at a local record shop. We heard Paul McCartney’s The Boys of Dungeon Lane. There were maybe twenty people in the store, and the album was really listenable, especially the track “Days We Left Behind.”  Attendees received postcards of McCartney as aContinue reading “A Listening Party”

Dear Reader, Despite telling Word Raccoon that I was ready to get more fully back to the page, I woke at 1 am and by 2:30 I gave up trying to sleep, took my book downstairs (the Rushdie – I’m hooked on that second story now!), and read two pages before falling fast asleep andContinue reading “Rushing Rushdie”

Dear Reader, The following is merely an exercise I created to get the words to flowing. No t-shirts were harmed, or intended any harm, in the writing of this blog post. Meanwhile, poetry smokes Gitanes in the alley, asking if I’m done pissing around with paint and wallpaper. Not yet.  Poetry rubs its forehead againstContinue reading ““All You Have To Do Is Look” — James Dean”

Dear Reader, I blame the TV show Friends and Neighbors for the fact that I bought three mirrors.  Remember how I said I was staring at mirrors on the show (and not even symbolically, but yes, that too)? Well yesterday, before going to see The Devil Wears Prada 2, I asked Barry if he mindedContinue reading “Poems Prefer Spring”

Dear Reader,  Word Raccoon and I have been decorating the newly painted bookshelf in our minds for days now. Today, we were ready to make it a reality.  But. But then we realized we had three big boxes of books from it to go through to see what belonged on the shelves. That didn’t evenContinue reading “Showcasing vs. Warehousing Books”

Dear Reader, This house is a beast not easily satisfied. You paint a hall, she asks what you’re going to do about the lighting situation. You change the batteries in the hall light, she asks if you are really going to leave those curtains up? You tell her you have different curtains, you just haveContinue reading “Hunting for the Perfect Frame”

Now Listening to: “Open Book” by Cake Dear Reader, It has been a long, full day but Word Raccoon, while quite tired, is also feeling triumphant. The hallway? Successfully painted. The bookshelf? It had two coats and might need a third. I’ll assess tomorrow morning, but it’s looking so much better. I’m excited now toContinue reading “Watching Paint and Poetry Dry”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon has been busy today! We prepped for tomorrow’s paintathon, which took more time than it should’ve and naturally included a trip to a local store for painter’s tape and a paint roller frame, because when we went to examine our painting supplies, we discovered we had left the roller from ourContinue reading “Reese’s and Sunshine”

A meditation (fretitation?)  Dear Reader, Why is there no schematic for a poem, please?  When I, say, build a towel cabinet, done. Visible. We can all agree that it’s a towel cabinet.  I put together an outfit. Even if it doesn’t win “Outfit of the Damn Year,” it’s an outfit, and if it covers me,Continue reading “Reaching for Poetry, Ending Up with McDonald’s”