Thursday, February 28, 2013


I suppose I should feel fortunate. I've been with the same man for six years, I've worked for the same company for nine years, I've lived in the same state for ten years. But my college diploma says "English" and my job screams "Business" and I fear that this life I’ve built is Stagnation masquerading as Stability. I’m not planning on doing something drastic like running off to join the circus or the Scientologists or anything, but maybe I should just stop planning for a change. Stop standing still. Do something spontaneous. I am too young to feel this old.


Thanks for the 100 Word Song prompt, Lance (of My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog). This brief introspection was inspired by Elvis Costello's "Brilliant Mistake".

Saturday, February 23, 2013

thirsty darkness


stood aloof
nothing stood in the way of her purpose.
buffeted by the cool winter breeze,
nothing stood but


had watched others fall to the whirr
or tumble into thirsty darkness
but she refused to let the world assign her pain.
Her pain was her own.


stands calmly, patiently awaiting tomorrow.
will it bring an end or another beginning?
what use in new predictions?
tomorrow we chase the yesterdays
we did not catch today. 

will herald the end to nothingness
by giving in to it
and tumbling into thirsty darkness
as winter blows itself away

...Prompted by the 100 Word Song writing challenge at  My Blog Can Beat up Your Blog
This week's track: Tom Petty's "I Won't Back Down".

Thursday, February 14, 2013


a heart may be precious
but it's not a diamond
and papercuts bleed

a heart is a muscle
but it's not invincible
and races fatigue

purple mountains pierce potential
blues roil on the sea
black drowns ambition
can anybody shield me from

these bruises
on my heart
the hemorrhage
of my soul
yes, i know the blood is flowing
but it's clear to me it's going
down the drain

a mind holds such fire
but it's not an island and
bridges burn quickly

a mind is the center
but its social life
often steers it toward apathy

purple mountains pierce potential
blues roil on the sea
black drowns ambition
can anybody save me from

these bruises
on my heart
the hemorrhage
of my soul
yes, i know the blood is flowing
but it's clear to me it's going
down the drain

a soul is eternal
but joy is elusive
(though laughter is free)

a soul is untethered
but today it's here and now
today must be seized

purple mountains pinpoint potential
blues roil on the sea
black blinds inhibitions
will anybody ever free me from

these bruises
on my heart
the hemorrhage
of my soul
now i know the blood is flowing
but it's clear to me I'm going
down the drain

Sunday, February 10, 2013


Jacobin / JAK-uh-bin\ , noun
1. an extreme radical, especially in politics.
2. (in the French Revolution) a member of a radical society or club of revolutionaries that promoted the Reign of Terror and other extreme measures, active chiefly from 1789 to 1794: so called from the Dominican convent in Paris, where they originally met.
3. a Dominican friar.
4. (lowercase) one of a fancy breed of domestic pigeons having neck feathers that hang over the head like a hood.

The birdwatcher would have cooed in delight at his find, but to Terrance the jacobin was just another stupid pigeon.

Sorry, kids (self?). This word just wasn't sparking anything for me. I suppose I could try to write something about a friar torn between his love for his God and his love for cacao. Though I think a Carmelite (brown friar) would have a better story, given that the same robes which covered up the evidence of his sin (scars from self-flagellation, chocolate stains) would at the same time scream of his sole weakness with their color. But it doesn't look like we'll be stepping into either chocoholic friar's world because I opted to splash in the birdbath today.

Saturday, February 9, 2013


my heart is not irrefrangible;
i break it more than anyone else.
apologies to all of those i have blamed;
i've blinded and bloodied and bludgeoned myself.


irrefrangible / ir-i-FRAN-juh-buhl \ adjective
1. not to be broken or violated; inviolable: an irrefrangible rule of etiquette
2. incapable of being refracted

Twenty minutes into the exam, nature was screaming into Chad's face. A childhood full of terrestrial ferries between the pond in his backyard to the Great Lakes in his grandparents' had developed his ability to endure eight-hour stints between trickling streams, but the waterfall of caffeinated drinks from the previous night's cram session (not to mention the Writer's soppy sponge of metaphors) had stripped him of all restraint. The professor's irrefrangible policy against any interruption of testing sessions must be violated, else Noah's ark need be summoned to save the devout from the amber deluge.

Friday, February 8, 2013


who have i hented this life from?
surely it was not meant for me.
i was supposed to be traveling the world
and writing novels
and money was supposed to be irrelevent
at the same time it was to be in ready supply.
instead i struggle to connect the ends
instead i work on a sponge i must wring joy from
(when i dreamed of a place where joy overflowed its cup)
what choice do i have but to follow the path
though i realize i can create a fork with some work
i dare not step off the path into the brush
for i have too many responsibilities
and too many ropes tying me to the ground
i will wring the joy out of work
and soak in the joy of play
until that day when play and work are one.


hent / HENT \ verb
to seize

It had stood unclaimed for almost a month, she was certain. With the expiration date a mere two days away, Kate took her growling stomach to the break room and hented the strawberry Yoplait for herself.