In October, with a little spare change in the checking account, I decided to buy something I had not purchased since I was an English major,living in an apartment off the MacMurray College campus at the ripe old age of 25. I bought two boxes of tuna helper. I didn’t knock myself out and buy [...]
Archive for November, 2009
Stranger to Milk
Posted in writing on November 25, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Clarifying Friday’s Early Departure
Posted in Uncategorized on November 21, 2009 | 1 Comment »
The editor of a Springfield business monthly, who has been very good to me 11 of the past 12 months wrote me concerned I had given readers the wrong impression my my prosy H&Q yesterday. I clarified the point at Facebook, and after considering how not all readers are Facebook friends, I think it fair [...]
Clarifying the Record
Posted in writing on November 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The editor of a Springfield business monthly, who has been very good to me 11 of the past 12 months wrote me concerned I had given readers the wrong impression my my prosy H&Q yesterday. I clarified the point at Facebook, and after considering how not all readers are Facebook friends, I think it fair [...]
Focused Frontally
Posted in arts, poetry, writing on November 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Focused Frontally
by Job Conger
written 10:58 am, November 19, 2009
The coffee shop is not a playing field;
it is a stadium for ones and twos,
and our table of six,
watching the unfolding of
the explicit rationale
of those who have decided
to be where they are.
Everyone’s focused on books except
the chatty 22-year-old at the next table
on a cell phone,
tempering his voice
like [...]
Early Friday Departure
Posted in writing on November 20, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
There was a time when I wanted to get the hell out of the office at “work” to drive home, plunge into a fresh gallon of Carlo Rossi Burgundy or go almost right to bed to nap and sleep my rancor away. That time was about an hour and 20 minutes ago, and I’m taking [...]
So I Attended Poetry Parnassus
Posted in arts, poetry, writing on November 19, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
It was all thanks to happy coincidence. I had scheduled a 9:30 interview on Greenbriar for an article slated for the December business monthly. For the first time, Poetry Parnassus moved their monthly meeting from the fourth Thursday of the month to the third. Thursday four this month is Thanksgiving. When I exited a fine [...]
Poetry Discussion Group Meets Tomorrow Morning
Posted in poetry, writing on November 18, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Anita Stienstra, President of Springfield Poets and Writers writes . . . .
We moved PP up a week to this Thursday (tomorrow) because next week is Thanksgiving.
Poetry Parnassus
Thursday, November 19
10:30am
Barnes and Noble
Remember to bring copies of your poems. Attached is last month’s exercise for those interested.
Hope you can make it.
Anita
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Write well . . . . [...]
I Am No Friend of the Night
Posted in Uncategorized on November 15, 2009 | 2 Comments »
I Am No Friend of the Night
by Job Conger
Past the windows, a wall of dark
impenetrable to my imagination;
uninviting: I am not required there.
I will not immerse myself
into the sparkling void
which teases hopes with hints of distant
unknowable life and conviviality.
In lingering memory
I hear the laughter of lovers
toasts to friends, from friends
dining ravenously on feasts
of fellowship and [...]
Someone Tried to Talk to Me Tonight
Posted in Uncategorized on November 13, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The phone rang about 6:30, 8:05, 8:40 and 9:30. It was the last thing I wanted to hear after a nutty day, and the only reason I know the phone rang at all is because I heard my taped voice respond on my answering machine over by the nearby bed a short trek from my [...]
Fringe Chill
Posted in Uncategorized on November 12, 2009 | 3 Comments »
During the week leading to my “Super Saturday” (performance at Vachel Lindsay’s birthday party, photographing two major metro gallery receptions and photographing a superb concert by the Hanser-McClellan Guitar Duo) I allowed myself the groove of napping after dinner and awakening in time to watch Charlie Rose at 10 p, work in the office until [...]
