I haven’t been reunited with my Reading Journal yet, so my thoughts are once again on the incoherent side. But I can safely say that I really liked “The Kite Runner
… I thought of all the empty spaces Baba would leave behind when he was gone, and I made myself think of something else.
I was so pleased to find a lot of time to read while we were vacationing. I managed to get through “The Known World,” “Cloud Atlas” and “March.” And now, of course, I can’t find my reading journal. I think I might have left it behind somewhere. So attention, Family: Have you seen my reading journal? I miss it. And I didn’t record any of my thoughts immediately after I finished the books, so they’ve already flittered out of my porous brain. But I know this: They’re all pretty darn bleak.
UPDATE: My journal has been located and will soon be on its way home. Thanks for coming through, Family!
American Life in Poetry: Column 057
By Ted Kooser
U.S. Poet Laureate
Midwestern poet Richard Newman traces the imaginary life of coins as a connection between people. The coins–seemingly of little value–become a ceremonial and communal currency.
Coins
My change: a nickel caked with finger grime;
two nicked quarters not long for this life, worth
more for keeping dead eyes shut than bus fare;
a dime, shining in sunshine like a new dime;
grubby pennies, one stamped the year of my birth,
no brighter than I from 40 years of wear.What purses, piggy banks, and window sills
have these coins known, their presidential heads
pinched into what beggar’s chalky palm–
they circulate like tarnished red blood cells,
all of us exchanging the merest film
of our lives, and the lives of those long dead.And now my turn in the convenience store,
I hand over my fist of change, still warm,
to the bored, lip-pierced check-out girl, once more
to be spun down cigarette machines, hurled
in fountains, flipped for luck–these dirty charms
chiming in the dark pockets of the world.
Reprinted from “Borrowed Towns,” World Press, 2005, by permission of the author. First printed in “Crab Orchard Review,” Volume 10, No. 1, 2005. Copyright (c) 2005 by Richard Newman. This weekly column is supported by The Poetry Foundation, The Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.