an explanation for the clouds

i saw them only once, early in the morning
the passage of the
plains ghosts
wisps stealing across the sky.
the sun was burning through the clouds
creating an eyeball,
watching,
guiding,
urging.
steadily they floated
methodically they made their journey
going south to north
venturing wherever it is they go
all the while
i kept driving
watching the solemn parade.
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an explanation for the clouds, 9.26.19

(Driving across NE Colorado on that trip to Wisconsin, I saw some strange clouds and they begged me to write their story.)

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The wisps.

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It gets lost in the photo, but it really did look like an eyeball to me.

untitled song

(verse 1)
a dream hits
when i see you
star struck

i can’t breathe
you noticed me
what luck

sharing glances
touching fingers
taking chances
bodies linger

take my hand
lead i’ll follow
hold on wait
this is hollow

(chorus)
so drink some water or some wine
please explain it to me in time

i worry and i wonder
i hurry then i shudder

i need to run
i need to hide –
i’ll fly away

(verse 2)
a tear falls
heart in my throat
no voice

your cruel eyes
a heavy weight
no choice

dirty licking
heavy crying
feeble kicking
slowly dying

no one comes
there’s no savior
just disgrace
but not failure

(chorus)
so drink some water or some wine
please explain it to me in time

i worry and i wonder
i hurry then i shudder

i need to run
i need to hide –
i’ll fly away

(bridge)
like a phoenix i will rise and soar
this will not define me at my core
shattered broken
words unspoken
know i’ll return and be strong once more

(chorus)
so drink some water or some wine
please explain it to me in time

i worry and i wonder
i hurry then i shudder

i need to run
i need to hide –
i’ll fly away

i’ll fly away
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untitled song, 8.26.19

(I had the first part of the chorus for some reason stuck in my head. I mean, I make up stupid little songs all the time, but this one demanded to be fleshed out.)

friendship

friendship.
i’ve never been good at it.
oh hi, i’m me,
what’s your name?
you like this?
i like it too; let’s be
friends.
it’s funny –
(or tragic. i haven’t decided yet -)
but i can’t remember how i
first made friends.
of course, it
doesn’t help
(not one tiny bit)
that those people are,
for the most part,
not in my life anymore.
one due to simply drifting
apart, time taking its toll
(probably long overdue and the
hand was forced
(hers not mine)
but still).
another due to so many
factors
(wedding disaster the first
and
foremost).
but it doesn’t help
when i see others –
with so many friends.
why did i not retain
those special, treasured bonds,
from high school,
from college,
from sports teams,
from … everything?
i know
(oh trust me i know)
i’m not the most
open, or
engaging, and god knows i’m
awkward as hell.
but damnit,
i miss having someone
that i can call up and say
hi, let’s hang out,
you come here
or i’ll go there.
without four months of
phone tag, or
meaning to call
(likelier text)
and forgetting.
i don’t know how to be
girly, yet i want a
girls night,
someone to laugh with,
cry with,
share with.
acquaintances?
those i’ve got.
but a friend –
a true, honest-to-goodness
bff –
i’d love one.
please.
tell me how to make one.
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friendship, 2.4.19

the ghosts of winter

as i run down the snowy path
in the quiet of the falling snow,
i encounter no one
save the ghosts of winter.
they are benevolent spirits,
enjoying the stillness and the emptiness
which i in my own way am
disturbing.
but as long as i make no sound –
save for the inhale exhale inhale exhale
exertion from the run –
they will not disturb me any more
than i disturb them.
i run back home,
the only footsteps in the snow my own,
but i know i’m not alone.
for while the ghosts leave no trace,
you feel their comforting presence.
they are there,
in the whispers of the wind,
and in the snow taking care to cover
the memories of me,
soon to be forgotten, not unlike
the spirits themselves.
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the ghosts of winter, 1.12.19

#Rocktober

it’s hard,
so hard,
to be a fan, love a team.
i did it once,
and was rewarded. (2001)*
i did it again, and had
another payoff … after i thought the
fire had been mostly extinguished. (2009)**
then the fanaticism
(in its literal sense)
slowly trickled away,
laying mostly dormant, save a few
wondrous
terrible
tumultuous times of year.
something lit the fire again,
awoke the beast,
(pick your cliche)
i think last year,
(maybe ’07 if we’re being historically accurate)
but
this year
it’s different.
this year,
it’s changed –
i’ve changed –
and i’m not sure why.
and i don’t know if my heart
can take
the rollercoaster ride again.
but maybe I’ll go,
take my dramamine and hop back aboard,
for this,
(playoff) Sports,
is what can keep us young.
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#Rocktober, 10.2.2018

* 2001 – Colorado Avalanche, Stanley Cup Champions.
** 2009, BU Hockey, NCAA Ice Hockey Champions.

Audacity

“… but what about our plans? hadn’t we finally gotten reservations for brunch?” “oh, right. well, take one of your friends. Daniela, right? she’s been raving about it for ages. she’ll appreciate it more than I would anyway.” “well, yes, she has … as a perfectly romantic spot to take a lover. a significant other. which I thought I was but clearly not. clearly I’m just … just … an INSIGNIFICANT other.” “darling, I never meant for it to be like this …” “oh spare me the bullshit. I should have known you were only interested in the sex, and the illusion of being rich and well-known and famous and well I know I don’t have the perfect body I thought it didn’t matter as much since we actually seemed to be able to converse but no, you found Magdalena, with her magazine-perfect body and clearly fake tits who just by showing up can get in anywhere because your gender is the weakest pile of fucking shit out there.” “… are you done?” “yes. now pack up your shit and get the fuck out of my life.” “if you insist. again, I truly am sorry about everything.” “whatever, sure.” “just … one more thing?” “… what?” “well, erm, if you aren’t going to use the brunch reservations, might I have them for Mags and I?” “… the fuck?”
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Audacity, 2.26.18. A vignette.

Creativity Corner: Sewn and Plush Things

… awkward post title, since I have two things I’ve made to share. Hooray?

We did Secret Santa draws in both my Team SFQ group and my Skirt Sports group this year. As I like adding in something a little more personal, I put in a tiny something homemade in each package. For my SFQ gift, I made a tiny little pillow with the SMASH hummingbird logo on it.

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Told you it was tiny; whole thing fits in my hand.

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Close-up.

For my Skirt sister gift, my chosen recipient said she likes homemade ornaments, so I did a tiny plush ornament in the shape of the Skirt logo.

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I tossed her name and the year on the back.

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Close-up detail. Not 100% happy with how this turned out, but for a first try, I’ll take it.