I hope to write a full post later today, but just in I’m trying to write some promised guest posts so I may not have time. So, just in case, here are some things I’ve been posting on Facebook lately. I call them “Unfinished Blog Drafts Converted To Vaguebook Posts So They’re Finally Good for Something”. It’s an all new series.
I’m not a poet but the universe
has written me into a poem or two.
I’m not a poet but I kissed the sun,
so today, I’m a poem…
In prison, the girls make cake from coffee creamer, beaten with cubes of sugar and water till the lumpy powdered solution thickens into a taffy-textured layer. Crumbled cookies or cereals are used for the next layering, emulsified with elbow grease and a pinch of water. Then another layer of creamer-taffy is applied, and finally, they melt down candy bars for a light frosting, and garnish the whole cake with cookies.
The process takes days.
The total cost is about $20. For many prison jobs, especially if the inmate has restitution, $20 can be an entire month’s salary. As an inmate structure firefighter, it was more than MY monthly salary.
In prison, the girls make cakes for each other’s victories— birthdays, another year survived; milestones, a few less days of prison; celebrations, another one managed without the ones we love.
People say that no matter what craziness happens out here, at least I can’t miss the food inside, but I do.
in prison, the girls make cakes.
Some days I can’t find the shape of yes in my mouth. It’s lost– tangled somewhere in the chains– and my tongue just can’t seem to work the knots out.
What do you do with your old drafts?