Angine de Poitrine – Ecce Sigum

This past week I worked just over 53 hours in five days. I have two projects at work. The main project, which started at the beginning of the year, which is development-heavy and on an aggressive schedule. The other takes up in theory three or four hours a week, but for most of the year has been more like ten to twelve hours a week. That one I work on in the wee hours of the morning before I put in my 9+ daily hours on my main project.

This has been going on since the middle of January and is not likely to ease up until the end of June. Thanks to poor management on the part of the higher-ups on these projects, I have experienced most of the springtime as a spectator, seeing glimpses of it through my windows as I slowly go blind from pixel poisoning.

This weekend, weather permitting, I will get our garden beds ready for planting. And also work on the ongoing landscaping to route water away from the foundation of my house. And also build an outdoor frame which can hold things like heavy bags and hammocks.

But first, I need sleep.

Reading

I finished Patricia Clark’s O Lucky Day, which was decent and had a few standout poems. I have been reading and writing poetry for long enough that I occasionally come across someone’s published poetry which seems similar enough to my unpublished poetry that I have a moment of “Hey! That’s mine!” In this case, when reading poems about the Grand River.

Writing

In honor of National Poetry Month, which is almost over, I wrote a couple of poems, or assemblages of words which, with a certain amount of attention paid, might become poems.