My favorite mornings are the onesContinue reading “my favorite mornings”
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.
reciprocal, somersault rationale
Oh my god she gasped silently. What did he do, now? She shrunk back into her shell and turned away. If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge his actions with a reaction… did it happen? Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, far from it, but she giggled as if it was. I mean the respect was reciprocal, but this spectacle he made of himself had little to do with her and more with the frustration so many others had. We were trapped without a visible way out. Sometimes one had to shout, get loud then do somersaults to explain the rationale. However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.
congenial reveal matcha
I tried my best to put on a congenial facade, but the patron’s persistance that we had matcha was wearing me down. How many times could I repeat ‘No, we don’t.’
How many times could I list the teas we had in stock. I reminded her again that we weren’t a Starbucks or a cozy corner coffee shop. Still she persisted and insisted that she got one last week. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I was on the verge of revealing my darker side. I wanted to walk away, instead I said ‘whatever you say’ and dropped the plain green tea bag in the hot water. Handed it to her, told her to have a nice day and mouthed under my mask please go away.
devotion, daunt, cryosphere
A noise behind the closed door startled his senses, with a jolt he shot up like a bolt. It was a crash bang clang, a signal that a new disturbance had entered the atmosphere He was tempted to call out "Hello, who's there?" but then he had a flashback to the last time he asked that and blindly opened the door, the last time he attempted to investigate and his world imploded and he crashed through the crack in the cryosphere and found himself here. Inside a dark cell dedicated to his devotions, a place to play out his premonitions undaunted, untethered by outside criticisms. He was not prepared nor ready for this intrusion on his solitude.
I re-read my words
and try to remember the time
but ultimately I remember the mood
that goes with every rhyme.
In some I smile and bask in the joy
that comes from when the writing is done.
In others I relive the darkness
that had enveloped me
as it encroached on my soul
but as I wrote those words
I was finally able to let it go.
I don't know what people
what they will read
what they will eventually
believe of me.
But if they could identify
and know those moments
inhabit us all…
Then I did my duty
and it was worth it all.
obtuse, hector, codicil
My words can be obtuse, I felt I
need to explain myself further
and ended up repeating and repeating
all the time. came across like a bully
because of misunderstanding. I never
meant to hector, didn't mean to
lecture. I was passing on some
information, a codicil, if you
will, something like that.
facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant
"C'était très facile. no trouble at all" she said as she shrugged her shoulders pushing my concerns aside. I was horrified by what she'd done. How, not now! Holy cow, sitting at the table was a revenant of her late husband, my father, dressed in his best golfer's garb.Continue reading “facile ghoulish garb of the ravenous revenant”
inane, menace, columbarium
That cackle sent a chill down my spine. How could the others stand it. Every time he laughed I shuddered as if fingers had just run down a chalkboard. He was so mundane and had a most inane obsession with my personal life, with everyone's. Gossip girl as a nickname did not do justice. He was filled with malice, his curiosity was a menace to the community. The desire to break bonds and create chaos with some farfetched story is where he sought his glory. I watched him cause worry with the calmest of the sages. They went grey after being drawn into his games. Ignoring him was the best I could do, but he still tried to force interactions. I tried to turn a blind eye and pretend he didn't happen. I mean, he's not my problem anymore that's why I ignored the door to the columbarium when it opened and he walked out covered in ash. hmmm... May wreaking havoc with the dead be his last act.
words of the day 11/1
bogus, anomaly, verst
confused by the term,
she thought hard,
you could see it reflected in her expression,
the furrowed brow and pursed lips
in deep contemplation
‘2 versts and you'll be there.’
Where? What? 2 verses?
She misunderstood, but still tried
to find the lines that could get her
to the destination she wanted to find
"Go 2 versts! 10 blocks that way,
a mile past the Jack in the box.”
Oh God, was he putting her on.
This is a bogus explanation,
she only asked for directions,
not a language lesson
She wished she could look it up
but alas, an anomaly, her phone was dead.
Damn it why did she bother to get out of bed.
words of the day 10/23
Dazed, Confused and more video
Recorded on May 28, 2020. Tonight’s poem is Dazed & Confused. The question of the night was about something interesting we had recently seen. Tonight’s hosts are Transe and Hanna, find out more about them through the links in their name. FYI Transe just released a video game called Psycho Limos check it out