Julie Henson

Hello, Internet Humans, long time no talk.

Well, let’s see. We survived two Polar Vortexes since I last blogged. Winter was so bad this year and I made so many pancakes about it. It was so cold and terrible that something in my brain changed and I went around the bend and started liking snow again. I know, I know, Stockholm Syndrome, you’re saying, and yeah. Probably.

Now, it’s August. I survived a month without sugar + dairy + gluten on whole30, but just barely. I got really into Turbo Kick this summer. Also puzzles. Also making Pippa wear my robe against her will. (She loved it.) 

Other than that, I’ve been taking a long self-imposed break on writing poems. I needed it. After two years of workshop, and two years of coming at every elegy I have inside me again & again & again, I was pretty much toast. But, fall is here. Thesis year is upon us. I’m ready, I think. I think I’m ready.

I feel different after this summer, like I could throw a better punch. Not just because of Turbo Kick, BUT DEFINITELY YES BECAUSE OF TURBO KICK. So bring on the poems, man. My guard is up.

I hate winter. But it was the first snowfall & I did my duty.

I did. I shoveled with a smile on my face.

And then I did this:

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Snow Wolf. Angry arms, etc.

And then I took one of these type pictures:

Oh pretty pretty snow oh my how pretty is the snow it falls so heavy lalala “I wonder as I wander” blah Winter is magical blah, the snow is a blanket amidst the night blah okay I’m done.

Consider this my official time card being punched out.

War Back On. Jack Frost is my nemesis. Jack Frost is the reason why we have to clap to keep fairies alive. Jack Frost is the first waffle made in a waffle iron. Jack Frost is for the birds.