Ten Word Memoirs

In late 2008 I tried to get myself to write more by using a prompt I've heard many times before (though sometimes the word count varies). I didn't get very far—three entries to be exact. Maybe this will be something I eventually pick back up this year as well.

Oct 25
Blood blooms on my eyelids
and beneath—
body stamping itself.

Nov 26
Four letters have burned out.
Now it reads: "fun home."

Dec 5
Another dream in which smashing
a champagne bottle wakes me.

These are all very telling, even the last, in which a champagne bottle—normally reserved for popping, for celebration—is smashed so violently it actually breaks my subconscious.

I'm trying to make 2009 more like 200Mine, but if that's the case, I really need to set some goals. I blame winter for the most part.