This is only a post, coincidentally written on November 1st 2nd. And sure, it just so happens it’s NaBloPoMo + NaNoWriMo. OK. Let’s not make a big deal about this though. I don’t have ANY pre-written material. Nothing. Things could get sketchy pretty quick. But I get it. Yeah, I do have a lot of time to… Read More This Is Only A Post In November
i’m gonna see you one day so you can give me your lights and lock my wishes lavish my pallet in all things delicious rule me with your mystery one day i’ll know why you call through kingdoms across the stars reigning over my dreams siren taunts in that blue i only dare tiptoe any closer… Read More A Penny For Your Somedays
I don’t have an issue with skeletons of changing seasons Naked branches drive my gratitude for the lush bloom now at rest But this view… This pocket of life strangled by ignorance If I told you to guess the location You would swear it a city-scape Another day in the life of the Big… Read More If You Can’t See What I Can See
Before we begin, let the record state that I didn’t authorize a funeral. But my loved ones are oft absent-minded and stubborn. Since they have flummoxed my plans—my ashes should be scattered in Manhattan, London, Egypt, and Paris—I hope my words make it to you intact. Although knowing some people, they will change this as well. Here goes…… Read More In My Mind, It’s Still You And Me
First semester, African-American history class, white instructor. For a New Yorker who kind of recently relocated to the south; I was in the Twilight Zone. Mr. C’s eyes pierced through my bewilderment and he had a proper southern accent. It was the cherry on top of my Bible Belt sundae. I learned more African-American history from him than I… Read More Some History I Don’t Mind Repeating
Having a succession of odd dreams lately, this Daily Prompt was a good way to deal with some of them… You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side. He watches from the sidelines. This time, it’s a bar. I don’t… Read More Is This My Life?
Coming in on the tail end but that’s OK. This week’s challenge, Delicate. And I can’t pick one picture so you get a few. You don’t mind right? Click photos for galley view. Each morning is precious whether the sun blesses us with its warmth or decides to sleep in. We have a finite amount of… Read More Weekly Photo Challenge: Delicate
You probably don’t need to read my response for today’s prompt. If you want my reason, please continue. If there were a real Fountain of Youth, would you drink the water? I’m always thinking how life would be if I didn’t do this, if I had that to do over. Everything looks so much more promising… Read More Youth Juice? Pass
“You’re not seeing anyone?” I hate this question. It had no humor in my teens. There wasn’t a possible spark of tolerance for it in my twenties. So being asked this question when I’m over thirty-five and closer than I’d like to forty; uh I detest the hell out of it. “No. I’m not.” The… Read More How Many Times Are You Going To Ask Me?
Today’s prompt: brought to you by my flaws, enjoy the carnage LOL. What is your worst quality? My responses to these prompts get later and later. This is a perfect segue to my first flaw. I’m a procrastinator. Yes, I saw this post from early this morning. And I did everything but write until now. I… Read More Would You Have Me Any Other Way?
Today’s Daily Prompt came with bells ringing. It goes like this… Put together a musical playlist of songs that describe your life, including what you hope your future entails. Can’t Put Out This Fire I haven’t been in such a great writing mood. But for music, I answer the sirens call like a helpless sailor in the… Read More Burning It Down: Mix Tape On Fire
Today’s Daily Prompt: Oasis A sanctuary is a place you can escape to, to catch your breath and remember who you are. Write about the place you go to when everything is a bit too much. I couldn’t resist. Initially, I was gonna scrap the post because I don’t have a physical place I go to. However, being… Read More A Place Called Here
Picture the one person in the world you really wish were reading your blog. Write her or him a letter. For My Audience Of One *Silent Greeting, For That is My Heart At This Moment* Why do I get your attention cafeteria style? How many go rounds till you serve me? Here I come. Oh… Read More Can I Have Your Attention?
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Daily Prompt: Coming To a Bookshelf Near You Write a summary of the book you’ve always wanted to write for the back cover of its dust jacket. You can’t put your finger on God’s plan. Sometimes an act of defiance brings you closer to destiny. I have made my decision. I’m walking away. My creator stands with arms… Read More Thou Art With Me
Things you shouldn’t hear before having sex. “If you don’t, somebody else will” “Stop acting like a baby” “Are we gonna do this or what?” All of the above were not said to me by a grimy teenager. He was a narcissistic man-child. And I was older than him. Which made it worse since I gave in any… Read More No, No Good
I love today’s prompt. Won’t you share you’re favorite song? Interestingly enough, I seemed to have invoked the power of Intuu* (thanks for that great word rarasaur) as I wrote to myself last night… ALWAYS SOUNDS BETTER IN A SONG Listening to Alicia, yeah I’m in that kind of mood. I’m always singing about waiting for… Read More It’s Becoming Something That’s Impossible To Ignore, And I Can’t Take It
Oh hush now! I’m not referring to the mythological god of erotic love. I’m talking about my ex. And I really didn’t have to think all that hard before repulsion kicked in. Hey now! I do have nice things to say. This is not a slam piece. Promise. On Being Cupid He was clever. Such a smart boy to refer to… Read More The Icktacular Qualities of A Boy Named Cupid
That is, don’t let them chaperon if they are the type of parent that doesn’t see pulling your pants down in public as something that could be harmful to your self-esteem. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Back in third grade, my mom accompanied me on a school trip to the Long Island Game Farm.… Read More Kids, Don’t Let Parents Chaperon Your Trip
It’s geometry week. Not the kind you need to study for. It’s the kind with cool pictures! The geometry of my world includes some materials that I like to use in my jewelry. I knew there was a reason why I liked taking these photos.