Here I thought I had a sure project: a handyman I met through my neighbors eager for me to work with him on increasing visibility for his mobile business. Currently he's using Craigslist, but wants to get beyond that in order to attract a more reliable clientele and demonstrate credibility. That's super easy, I said, … Continue reading Sweet Lurline, Did You Just Pet Me??
Hot Biker Chicks of Pinellas County
She approached with heavy Megan Fox-style panting, not a single wiggle to her lean profile, pushing a three-wheeled exercise stroller with two well-behaved younguns strapped in for the ride. Her smile fanned the driveway, holding my gaze, interrupting the fill of my bike tires prior to an inaugural ride. Her skin, a scintillating coat of … Continue reading Hot Biker Chicks of Pinellas County
The Most Dangerous Blog In The World
I have always been in love with O'Shea Jackson. The way he carried himself, that street-borne braggadocio mixed with literary genteel, a marred Dionysus not outdone by our screwed up society. The crushing weight of discrimination, heavy to bear, yet O'Shea kept his shoulders up, his head high, never quite frowning. Bothered, but not broken. … Continue reading The Most Dangerous Blog In The World
American History Why
HIS VOICE. I had to hear it again. UGH. Not that I wanted to, AT ALL, but I had to. Phone calls from the mortgage company, asking for my ex-husband, were growing in repetition now over a month. I'm not involved with the Texas house anymore. I said to him, peacefully, I didn't want any … Continue reading American History Why
Treading The ‘Burbs
Today is my Saturday. A grande bowl of Frosted Flakes and a whole banana kicks it off right! My dietary choices, the reward for a completed mile under the blaze of a Florida morning sun. Yes, even on days off the body should be conditioned; I'm a proponent of that! My trusty walking buddy, Roberto, … Continue reading Treading The ‘Burbs
The Puppy Is A Poet
My book options are either a rich girl with predictable life problems or a rumpled copy of a vampire story. Like Suzanne on Orange Is The New Black, I feel, “Vampires are derivative," so I stick with the somehow New York Times Bestseller paperback. There's literally nothing to do between med checks, so I designed … Continue reading The Puppy Is A Poet
Time For Something Fresh
Hey ya'll! I am back. You were missed! Glad we're together again. Where was I? Well, I was hospitalized to treat my bipolar disorder; cumulatively I spent 10 days under mental health care. The good news is, the medications that were causing my body disarray have been changed out for medications which keep me quite … Continue reading Time For Something Fresh
I Wish I Had A Fisherman’s Patience
At Albert Whitted Park this morning, I observed a man with a weighted net sitting by the water. He waited on someone as he stared into the lapping waves. I started my morning walk around him, and by the time I was done, he was still there, but this time, casting the net into the … Continue reading I Wish I Had A Fisherman’s Patience
Eros Be Damned
Send me R B P
[Usually periwinkle blue, today I’m feeling more midnight blue, no glitter. Here’s a pseudocode of a poem which might go somewhere, eventually. Shouts to William Butler Yeats, yo]
Love is Pain.
“ is a meat grinder for broken hearts.
“ “ cayenne pepper in the eye, lemon in a fresh paper cut.
“ keeps me awake, gives me night sweats, drenches my sleep shirt, mats my hair.
“ makes me want to commit Hate crimes – not out of principle, but out of circumstance.
“ = the Devil.
Like Lucifer, Love is the brightest Light. Perhaps that’s Pain itself – Light fighting to burst past Pride, but the walls are too thick.
It’s the Light, pushing pushing, making friction, heating as it churns with vicious velocity, burning within.
Love is a fighter.
“ is fortified by Hope, driven by Resolve.
“ “ a twin, and champions its pair…
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Eros Be Damned
[Usually periwinkle blue, today I'm feeling more midnight blue, no glitter. Here's a pseudocode of a poem which might go somewhere, eventually. Shouts to William Butler Yeats, yo] Love is Pain. “ is a meat grinder for broken hearts. “ “ cayenne pepper in the eye, lemon in a fresh paper cut. “ keeps me … Continue reading Eros Be Damned