After losing Mysty several years ago, I didn’t think I’d have another pet but a chance posting caught my eye and I couldn’t stop thinking about this pretty girl’s story. She’s moved in, getting more comfortable everyday and has me talking “baby talk” pretty much 24-7. It’s eccentrically adorable but not conducive at all to poetry writing!
So, all of the things – family, home, Mr. Man and work are pretty much the same. If y’all are writing, grand and if you too are finding more to do on the 3D side of your screen, grander! If you’ve emailed, I never check it; you can reach me via comments or my real email. Take care All!
11 March 2017
This is my baby’s story. I’m so happy she found me!
Everyone deserves a chance ❤
I’m happy though. Pull up a piece of cloud and sing with me 🙂
I call no man “Sir”.
I sure as shit don’t call any but my Paterfamilias “Daddy”.
It’ll be a warm day in Alert before you hear that pass my lips and…
You like me this way.
2 August 2014
As I become more fully grounded in the garden of my new life
The focus on roots has become so much more important
Words and wings, Dreams and things
Lovely as they are
Like wishing on a star
Do not feed my soul
Nor do they make me whole
My hands in metaphorical dirt, moulding this clay
Growing towards the light
Dancing in the rain
Tending to the garden of my heart
24 June 2014
… Certainly not me!
I am so far behind on my reading, there is no hope of catching up. I owe responses on rewards and reviews of books. I do promise to get the reviews done very shortly, when I can dedicate reading time.
There simply has not been time. In the fun but hectic month of NaPoWriMo, it was all I could do to write for all my blogs. May sees the mad rush of endings and beginnings. New home search madness and excitement and a visit from a dear friend that requires some domestic preparation – such as the domestic situation will allow!
For my closest friends, if there was a piece you really wanted me to read in the last couple weeks, I’d be delighted if you’d let me know via email or “Message Me”. I do sometimes slip in a little reading during my lunch break at work.
When they take the shackles off…
Hoping Monday is gentle with you or that you hit the ground running.
I suffer from insomnia
But it’s really more like
A renegade variant
Of Epstein Barre Virus
Took up squatter’s rights
In my spinal fluid and liked it
But it needed more space and so
It took a sublet in the grey matter
That used to house my serotonin factory
Sometimes my brain rests
In LSD-like visions…
Until insomnia strikes
Not so much insomnia though
As it’s a mumbling male voice
And a rattling the knob of my front door
Causing synapses to warp from fidgety
To holy fuck!
And I leap out of bed like a cat
Well, maybe not exactly like a cat
But I’m wearing a Hello Kitty tee-shirt
My heart is going 90mph
It’s not even a weekend for christ’s sake…
As I move stealthily toward the door
But in reality, moving like a frightened mouse
I want more than anything to be wearing
My cloak of invincibility
Which was really just an old shirt of my Daddy’s
I used to wear those when I was unbreakable
That time when some strange guy came knocking
And It was just my sisters and me
‘Cause my Brother was still just a twinkle in my Mumma’s Eye
And I grabbed my Dad’s 303 because I knew
That I could handle anything back then
I had my Superman shirt on, you see?
I’m pretty sure that this Hello Kitty shirt
Doesn’t have that kind of magic in its fibres
And all I want right now is my Daddy
Or some kind of magic, any kind at all
Because I’m very alone and very scared
And my brain won’t stop replaying that night
When I was ten and brave and strong
And nobody was gonna hurt my sisters
And it seems like just the most stupid thought
When some drunk or stoned arsehole is in the hall…
The mumbling moved away after a minute
A minute that felt like three months
I listened with my ear to the door for more
More drunken wanderers or the mumbling
of the first wave of the zombie apocalypse
Because once you set my brain on a track
It’s gonna take it ALL the way to Where The Hell
That’s the fun part of the renegade virus…
So, I’m laying here trying to get back to… not awake
But I’m really sitting cause it’s easier to write
It’s been two hours now
And I’m not sure if I want to know what LSD visions
Ole EBV will make of tonight’s festivities
So I’ll stay awake here with my friend insomnia
He’s always here for me, knows all my crazy
Never laughs when I wear my Dad’s old shirt to bed
Or make my pillows into the shape of someone
Someone to watch over me
Someone who won’t let me be here
With all these
Cap’n Crunch, coffee
And your kisses for dessert
Best breakfast in bed