My initial thought when I recall 2008 is that it pretty much sucked. Personal and professional stagnation, two significant deaths, all overshadowed my year. If I let myself think a little more, there were some good points. Travel, both for business and pleasure, is always a good thing, and I made several trips in the last twelve months. The recent election surpassed my expectations. I’m kind of at a loss, though, for anything else. So, I won’t talk about the past, and I’m not really in the mood to speculate about the future. All I will say is, ‘good riddance 2008!’.

My writing group, however, continues to inspire me. To lighten the mood, I give to you now tonight’s product of impromptu scribbling, a poem about peanut butter (sort of).

Sticky, gluey, crushed-up nuts
Upside down with a case of hiccups
“Swallow, swallow” they heartily say
“Quick, eat up, don’t take all day.”
Shamen, quacks, what do they know?
Peanut butter won’t make them go
Why trust the state of my diaphragm
To any Antlantean flim-flam man?
BOO!
And they’re gone.