NaBloPoMo is not working out for me. I don’t know why I try these monthly posting/writing things…..I’m just not able to keep up with it and I might as well admit it and stop trying. I simply cannot write unless I’m in the mood and I’m not in the mood every single day. I refuse to force it “Push yourself!” they say – I say BAH. If you (I) have to force it then it becomes work. I want it to remain play, fun, my creative outlet. So sue me. (wink) I’ve had a bad couple of weeks. My old … Continue reading Bah

Surrender, Binge, Purge

I ate too much Pecan Praline ice cream tonight, spooning it from the deep, white bowl and into my mouth, sucking the sweet vanilla creaminess down until the sugar-coated pecans were left, then slowly munching them into powder that dissolved over my tongue, the intensity lingering like late afternoon love making. Now I feel bloated and slightly sick, a distended belly, which I’ve disdained in others, beneath my accusatory palms. Here I am, no better than any other slob who stuffs their face in the heat of uncontrollable despair, now looking at the toilet from the corner of my eye. Continue reading Surrender, Binge, Purge

Poets I Love, Part 2

Today (tonight,actually) I’m posting my favorite poems from my favorite living contemporary poets. BIG DADDY by Carrie Jarrell Called me Hot Stuff. Called me Ragtop, Lugnut, your Deere-in-the-Driveway Duchess. Called forth Bad Company from the pickup’s stereo and, lo, I appeared with a buck knife and a hundred-proof smile, my battered hunter’s manual tucked in the waistband of my cutoffs. What were we at first but two necks of the same guitar, high on the blister of our power riff? Each night was a stadium tour, each day an album cover fit for collecting. How precious, how practiced we looked … Continue reading Poets I Love, Part 2

Poets I Love, Part 1

I have two groups for poetry on my Google Reader. One is for poets I read that I’ve met on the net through poetry prompt sites like Three Word Wednesday, Read Write Poem and dVerse Poet’s Pub. The other is for poets I’ve found through online literary magazines or poets whose books I’ve bought. Today I’m going to talk about poets I’ve met online, share my thoughts and link to their websites. Several years ago when I started this blog it was an online poet’s community that gave me the courage to share my own words in a more proactive … Continue reading Poets I Love, Part 1

“For men and women are not only themselves; they are also the region in which they are born, the city apartment or farm in which they learnt to walk, the games they played as children, the old wives tales they overheard, the food they ate, the schools they attended, the sports they followed, the poets they read, and the God they believed in. It is all these things that have made them what they are, and these are the things that you can’t come to know by hearsay…” ― W. Somerset Maugham, The Razor’s Edge” ____________________________________________ I reblogged this from … Continue reading

Conversation, Laughter, Whispers

I want to hear your music, to feel it wrap around my body sliding into my pores, dancing around my veins, penetrating my marrow, infiltrating my blood, becoming the stuff of my life. Your voice blocks out all other noise and becomes the molecules that gives life to my rhythm, my thoughts, my reason (or lack of). You. You are more than life itself, you are the atoms that make it Continue reading Conversation, Laughter, Whispers

803 Monroe

I needed to call you but I’d forgotten your number, the one I always thought was burned into my memory — for hours I anxiously thumbed through white and yellow pages, forgetting then remembering your name. Between the pages I could see your dining room, the floor tile cracked like a spider’s web, the old fridge where all your kids stood before the open door to feel the frigid air on desperately hot days while upstairs pretty ladies on a calendar lounged without a drop of sweat to mar their fleshy perfection. Continue reading 803 Monroe

The Roach In My Bathroom

A roach has been dying on my bathroom floor for two days. Lying on it’s back with it’s underbelly exposed I imagine it feels vulnerable as it waves it’s legs about in an effort to overturn itself. I think a couple of its legs are missing or  maybe only one. I haven’t counted them but it looks like there are less on one side than the other. Sometimes when I go in there the roach is completely still and I think it’s dead but then it’s as if I’ve awakened it because the antenna begin waving around as if it’s … Continue reading The Roach In My Bathroom