Author Archives: Drema Drudge

Dear Reader, The honey bees are dancing in the linden tree, and it occurs to me that their work is entertainment to me. Studying the fragrant tree (reminds Word Raccoon of the scent of honeysuckle) with its heart-shaped leaves is my work today. I have just read Rilke for next week (first read); I amContinue reading “The Linden Tree Report”

Dear Reader, Have you ever started writing and you had  no idea where you might end up? It’s like cruising, but with a laptop and maybe a Coke Zero. Word Raccoon pushes her porch swing sometimes like it’s a time machine. The first time she remembers sitting in one was in West Virginia, with herContinue reading “And Now for Something Completely Different”

Dear Reader, I had a blog post prepared before this one. I read it. Meh. Rilke was amazing; he inspired me; I wrote 3½ poems, blah, blah, blah. Then, despite having had a full day already, Word Raccoon and I decided to tackle one little household project. It should have taken half an hour. Forty-fiveContinue reading “Rilke’s Flamingos (and Mine)”

Dear Reader, Could someone please tell me where today went? The day is at an end and I still have things on my list and how? Word Raccoon has been hyper all day, almost from the moment she woke. I wanted to blame the coffee, but she only had one cup. It was so badContinue reading “Garage de Refusé”

“Let everything happen to you Beauty and terror Just keep going No feeling is final” ― Rainer Maria Rilke Dear Reader,  Word Raccoon completed an astonishing number of tasks today, though I did calm her down about the bathroom sink situation. Actually, I managed to get her to move it way down the list untilContinue reading “Coal and Cardinals: No Feeling is Final”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon and I are stuck in remodeling/redecorating purgatory. Please send help. And cookies.  I have had her sitting at this dang computer for hours off and on all day, trying to get her to write.  Guess what she has repeatedly googled instead?  Poetry?  No, no.  Pedestal sinks. Pedestal. Sinks.  Imagine if WordsworthContinue reading “Sink(ing) into Purgatory”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon woke up this morning intending to wait for a plumber. You know where this is going. First, she watered the plants. Then she swept the carport, dusted the porch railing and some window ledges. She even tried an outdoors rug she’d been saving for the carport. The rug looked ridiculous. WordContinue reading “Do Poets Dream of New Faucets?”

Dear Reader, Word Raccoon has been frantically busy. Writing? No, no. She is insisting that the household projects quit taunting her, so she’s trying to do everything just to get through them. However, she has a secret list behind the list that she doesn’t talk about. (A piece of that came today, and she foundContinue reading “Trimmed and Tiled”

C.W.: profanity  Dear Reader, I wrote this for the Dear Aliens contest. Alas, my piece was not chosen, but some really great ones were; I thought you might enjoy seeing mine. Or not. (Mine may have been a bit too earnest? Typical Word Raccoon. LOL.) Goddamn it, Babies, You’ve Got to be Kind Dear Aliens,Continue reading “G-D it, Babies, You’ve Got to be Kind”

Dear Reader, Today was light on the poetry writing front (I did write one, but it was for an assignment and it was awful and it was about pinecones), but heavy on the “finish the things” or attempting to. During the Rilke poetry discussion call, I submitted a chapbook to a contest. Shhh…it was whenContinue reading ““You Must Change Your Life” — Rilke”