I want to write every day and every night as I've been advised but I'm not always in the writing mood... Like tonight.
Rogue Writing: Challenge 1
Sleeping with the Devil. It took 13 years but i finally got the chigga* to admit who he was and broooooooo.... It took something as simple as a literary device, which, I didn't think he'd get because he'd always been too literal to understand my metaphors. This one he got. And took to heart. And … Continue reading Rogue Writing: Challenge 1
RAGE.
About to get politically incorrect and I don't give a fuck. This is how angry I am. And I didn't just arrive here today. People can be assholes. Particularly postal workers. Some context: I took a day off work to make an appointment (as i was directed to) with a particular-no fuck that-Mount Vernon Post … Continue reading RAGE.
Daily Writing Prompt
What makes you most anxious? You know, I just noticed this writing prompt feature on my dashboard. Crazy because I had intended to use this as a weekly or monthly feature on my own site to help me become more productive. It worked, for like a month. I was writing, I was focused. I was … Continue reading Daily Writing Prompt
Settling
You know who I am and what I can do.
2023
I slept through it this year. I had no desire to stay up, none of the excitement and anxiety, the rising action that is the final countdown, and as you might have expected, this new year turned out to be quite anti-climatic. I was nodding off watching 80's movies countdowns on one of those channels. … Continue reading 2023
REDEMPTION SONG
NOVEMBER 27, 2023 I keep saying the same shit about time- all the time. What is it, where did it go? Never enough Time. 21 years and it rained like hell today. I get it now... https://open.spotify.com/track/26PwuMotZqcczKLHi4Htz3?si=de916b180a694c2b Bob Marley and The Wailers I hear you in the forgotten notes. You remind me. I miss you … Continue reading REDEMPTION SONG
*deja vu-a Kimo Poem
peering through living room window, searching hoping you will come around even if to say good-bye. Credit: CliipStock *Dear reader of what might possibly be horrible writing, the disclaimer still applies.
*DISCLAIMER
Black notes. White keys. Your tempo--my melody Harmony. Credit: Stockvault *This piece was written because I had to write. I almost didn't.
GEWURZTRAMINER: I CAN PRONOUNCE IT!
Credit: Time Out My family and I drove up to Yorktown Heights from the North Bronx to pick peaches on White Hill Road at Wilken's Farm. For some reason, I want you to know that. A long enough distance away-but not far enough- in the wake of terror that has left New York City naked, … Continue reading GEWURZTRAMINER: I CAN PRONOUNCE IT!
My Power. My Pleasure. My Pain. 