Thursday, January 25, 2024

Jump

 I stand as a shattered thing

eyes turned, chin down, unsettled

a weakness for deities

beautiful, talented, a little insane

and when something is all of these

I cannot seem to stay tame

I am virulent

a toxic tonic set to fizzle

blood boils, heart pounds, skin sizzles

leaping without looking at the edge

and knowing a fall like that 

kills

I stand as a shattered thing

after landing

on my feet, still, on my feet

though swaying

though smiling, masochistic

at the blood on my own bare fingers

having no chance even to heal

before I even start pounding

over and over and over and over

at the cliff

to climb back up on broken legs

only to jump again.

Monday, January 1, 2024

Farewell 2023 - Hello 2024

 Ahh, the first of 2024. That gloriously awkward time, when one must continuously correct everything one needs to put a date on. What better way to bid farewell to the previous year, than to do a little "Spotify Recap" of events and fun facts?

  • I wrote the first 2 drafts of a full length novel (130k+ words.)
    • Come on, I have to start the list strong, or I feel like hot garbage, gimme a break.
  • I got a new job.
    • I suppose you could call it an even trade; comparable pay only delivered once a month (ugh) in exchange for a soothing work environment, better bosses, and a better schedule.
  • I've read 54 books this year start to finish. 
    • I tried to read 56, but I haven't gotten through the other 2 because the first one was very odd spiritual preaching, and the second is VERY dark, and VERY long, and I got VERY discouraged.
  • I managed to get out of bed every day and continue to exist!
  • Horrible things are happening everywhere in the world, but I am grateful, at least, that I have my friends, my family and my dogs. 
    • Lets face it. I can't go out and physically keep my friends and family safe. I can't be in many places at once, but I CAN keep a machete by the door and seriously mess someone up if they try to lay a finger on my dogs. SO there's that.
  • I made 2 new friends this year.
  • I met a glorious handful of my online friends in person this year.
  • I indulged in several instances of arts and crafts, and enjoyed it.
And now, the list of things I would very much like to do (or at least TRY very HARD to do) in the upcoming year! I won't call them resolutions, because that would imply I have stronger resolve then I may actually possess. Instead, I will call these my personal list of new years suggestions.

  • Spend more time at the dog park with the doggos.
    • Sort of drifted away from them during COVID because most of them were closed, but now that they're open again, I think it's well worth the car ride and awkward hellos to strangers.
  • Send inquiries out to agents for that book I wrote. 
    • Maybe I'll even edit a third draft, who knows, lets get crazy. 
  • Write another book with my dear friend who shall not be named.
    • Oh it will be spectacular, we've got an outline, and it practically writes itself. In FACT we've technically already WRITTEN the damn thing, it's.... a matter of POV and formatting - well, you'll see, anyway. 
  • Re-Do my impromptu paper blinds and decorate them with fun stuff like I originally planned. 
    • This is more of an insider information one, but I have these sliding doors (that we do not use as doors) and instead of physical curtains, I've cleverly used packing paper to make the illusion of curtains. They are brown. I would like to make them more fun. This is an attainable goal. 
  • Get new soil for my one, poor, lonely plant. 
I'm sure over time I'll accumulate more, but I think that's a perfectly respectable list. 

Happy New Year, all of you ghosts out there! 

Saturday, October 21, 2023

A Character's Poem

 A character of mine wants to write a poem.

How do you think he did?

~

My grave was bare but I kept it well

Sealed within I kept company with ghosts

Your eyes shown in the darkness, peering in

brighter than Winter-moon when pain is sharpest.

My life black ink on pale paper standing still

yet your voice raised it into brilliant song

I've felt the tender touch of cruelty and called it love

but when you touch me there are no threads

walking bones in flesh, I deserved less

Yet I saw that a heart does not need to bleed to beat.

A hand does not need to bruise to hold

Words need not sting or burn to be spoken

It was you that pulled me from this tomb

and told me that I live, I feel, I am.

We may be but two dead men, cold hands clasped

But my heart beat true at your kiss, when I thought death the end