Monday, April 26, 2010

How Generic

How generic can you be?
Have you lost all sense of wit ?
Has your cleverness evaporated
Like dew on the pavement?
You noob?!
You fourth-grader posing as a writer!!
Where are your words?
Where did your inspiration go?
Did it go with the home you desperately sold?
Did it go with the concept of what home actually was to you?
Did it go with your comfort?
Did it go with your familiarity?
One thing's for sure, my dear....
It is gone!

Wassahapaning

I am voluteering at church all week, even though I have to pack up my house. We close on Friday and must be out by Monday. It's terrifying. I'm busy. I'm in denial and am renting for the first time. READY OR NOT north carolina.... Here we come!

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Days

I have many colored days too
Purple days for when I'm feeling down
So my sad days are never blue.

I usually awake to pink days 
And smile,
but those days turn gray
Every once in a while.

Today is bright green
Although under the surface
I'm not as calm as I seem.

The Meme that keeps on Meme'ing!!!

On a recent meme post Microfiction Monday, a very talented writer Alesa got me thinking with this comment:

Blogger Alesa Warcan said...
I just followed your lead, but thank you for your kind words.


Might be interesting if the commenters added 140 character fragments to the story... but that, of course, is another story.

*To which I responded......


Blogger Jillien said...That would be an AWESOME concept. I once did something like that many years ago... the original story teller would give you three options on where to take the story.... so then you chose a path and continued to write... once you hit a crossroad, you posted 3 paths, and its goes on and on. It was lots of fun! It would be great to do one large infinite story post!

So it got me thinking?!?!?!? Would anyone be interested in a unending story meme???

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Sunday Citar






"Cuz its the Best Day EVER!"--Spongebob

We went to New Orleans the other day, unwittingly, during French Quarter Festival! It was literally the best day ever, and I don't think we could have planned it better. There were 2 ferry rides, bands, beignets, french quarter boutiques, balloon animals, did I mention the beignets? My daughter was in sugar-induced heaven, and the 10 dollars I spent the entire day were the best 10 dollars I ever spent in my life in just seeing how everything made my angel so happy! 

Its late and the droning of my computer is lulling me to sleep.
 I've not had many words lately.
My simple and dependable little signifiers have abandoned me. 
I force myself to click and type.
And think
And emote
And feel.
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I can't breathe.
I can't breeaathe.
The words are pounding against her skull.
I cannot breathe
I will not breathe again.
Her heart is broken.
And the air has been forced from her lungs,
By the very pain of it all.
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Monday, April 12, 2010

Baton Rouge Symphony Orchestra Chorus--Requiem

This Thursday will be my last performance with the Baton Rouge Symphony Chorus since I'll be moving out of state by next month.

Here's a piece of the second movement of Verdi's Requiem

Microfiction Monday

The Picture

The Story (in 140 characters)

I never thought it would take this long. 
Wasn't there supposed to be some fairy godmother
who comes to the rescue?
There's no changing back.


hosted by Stony River

Friday, April 09, 2010

I am having so much trouble controlling how incredibly angry I am right now.

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

Haiku Again

Join the fun!

This week's theme: Decisions

I have decided
To do what brings me sadness:
I have sold my home.

[Someone else will sit
Where I held my newborn girl
And rocked her to sleep.

Someone else will eat
Where all my friends and I ate--
Where we laughed and spoke.

Someone else will sleep
In the room my lil girl slept
and played pretend.]

The ghosts of all my
Memories haunt me at night
I no longer sleep.

There's not a single word
To represent
Every thought that runs through my mind.
Every break in my heart
Every short  breath I take.
Its all very
Wordless.

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Desperately needs faith and hope


Psalm 25 (New International Version)


Psalm 25

Of David.
 1 To you, O LORD, I lift up my soul; 
  2 in you I trust, O my God....
 11 For the sake of your name, O LORD,
       forgive my iniquity, though it is great....

  16 Turn to me and be gracious to me, 
       for I am lonely and afflicted.
 17 The troubles of my heart have multiplied;
       free me from my anguish.

 18 Look upon my affliction and my distress
       and take away all my sins...

 21 May integrity and uprightness protect me,
       because my hope is in you.

She Is Trying

She falls.
Collapses, really, on her knees and begins to pray.
She prays out of fear and desperation.
The grass beneath her is dry and warm.
The day still.
The air fresh and indifferent.
It cares not--the wind that is.
It never has.
Those frivolous molecules that circle the globe
Yielding only long enough to make a dent
Or to go around.
What does it care that she is falling apart?
Who would notice
That her statue-like sitting is only because
The alternative would be out-of-control?
She's digging.
Head bowed.
Warm, salt-brimmed tears fill her eyes,
Then cascade onto the blades of green
Where they bend with the pressure--
Receiving her wet offerings.
Here she begins to mumble her prayers.
[The space around her can almost begin
To understand what she is saying.
Its audacious eavesdropping.]
She uses all her strength to maintain composure.
She wants to beat the ground.
Scream.
Brandish her arms.
Hit something.
Pull at her skin.
Claw at her face.
She doesn't.
She kneels
And prays.
And mumbles.
And cries.