Thursday, June 27, 2013

Disney Makes it Look Easy

Give me an apple
Find me an old spinning wheel.
Give Hades my soul.
Hit me with a frying pan.
Someone make me fall asleep!

What About Acceptance?

I'll deny it all.
The memories and feelings.
Life has to go on.

Breathe.

Test temperature.
Teeter at the edge. Don't think.
Lift off. Splash. Surface.

Before the First Summer Swim

Toes perfectly curved
around the edge of the dock.
The first summer jump.

With the Breeze

Life's simplest moments
are the ones left forgotten
deep in our mem'ry.

Daddy's Feathers

Sitting on the couch
she holds his scent close waiting
for him to get home.
She'll be asleep by midnight
and he'll carry them to bed.

Wednesday, June 26, 2013

Writing a Marathon

ThudThumpBreatheThumpThud
ThumpThu- Pause for a second.
Start again. ThumpThud
ThudThumpThudThumpThudThumpThu-
Stop. Think. ClickClack back. ThudThump.

Tuesday, June 25, 2013

A Humbling Home

What defines a home?
There is no perfect answer,
for it's not always
a house and white picket fence.
Home is what you make of it.



An Artist or an Artist of Artists?

Undeniable
talent lies within this man,
for chalk is not paint.
With an eye keener than most
could he create on his own?


The Life Above Tourism

All day he would watch
as people found such delight
in an old building.
They'd stand there, take a picture
then rush off to the next square.

The Basilica
was simply another church,
for them to gawk at.
For him, it's part of life at
Piazza Santa Croce.


Limbo

I can't tell the time.
I can't tell you where I am.
What's going on here?


Because We Know What's Best

They told us we'd grow
as they watered us with lies.
We learned by living.
We rooted there, on the brink
as our lives slipped down the drain.




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It's Time for a Love Note

Hey everyone,

I hope you've enjoyed the results of the late nights I've been putting in. I'm really trying to come up with some new material and for some reason all the lightbulbs go on when I work in the dark... go figure.

If you've been keeping up with me, you will know that recently I returned from a two week trip abroad. When I say recently I really mean I've been home for two weeks and I'm finally getting around to posting the pictures and filling in all the blanks in the story lines. I posted all the pictures to my Facebook and made it so that anyone can see the shots that I took because I haven't had the time (nor the eye strength) that it would take to put every single one in a blog post.

What I will do though, is take some of my favourite shots and accompany it with what I do best, a haiku or tanka for your reading and viewing enjoyment. All of the pictures from the trip will be included with the label "Pictures from Abroad" in case you want to group all of them together. I'll also be sure to label the country it was taken in. If there are any other details that you wish to know about, the comment section will be left wide open.

I can't thank you all enough for sticking with me and for coming back for more... and if you've just discovered this blog, I thank you for taking time out of your day to read this rambling and I hope that you find something you enjoy!

Love and Cheers,

Steph

Potato / Patahto

My mind is whirling
down into a deep abyss.
Without energy,
I cannot fight the urges.
The words must find a way out.

For some, they call it
insomnia. For me, it's
creativity.

The Greater Fear

Desperation cries
from a dark, hidden corner
of the giant's house.
The cricket shouts for his life
but the giant dares not help.

Monday, June 24, 2013

Fireflies

When skies are cloudy
and you yearn to see the stars
just look to the trees.

Patience or Persistence?

Do you watch light fade
or chase down the sinking sun?
When do you let go?

Wondering Around the Clock

Why does a clock tick tock?
Is it so that we don't forget the seconds that have just passed by
or is it so we recognize the ones that have taken it's place?

Arthritis

She knew it would be coming. Her grandparents warned her when she was a child, but she never listened. She could crack anything! From her toes to her neck and everything in between, it would sound like someone had poured a bowl of rice krispies for a full five minutes. Now she tells her grandkids about life down that road, and wishes that they would listen.

Fingers are Runaway Carts

                               Words
                        wait to tumble.          
                    Like   cans   at   the        
                 g r o c e r y      s t o r e ,                                                    
            G r a v i t y ' s   p l a y t h i n g .        

Just Think Left

There's a hidden maze
tucked away within a maze.
How does one escape?
Be cautious of memories
containing a deeper maze.

Dancing with the Stars

Catch a firefly.
Put it in a jar.
Catch another.
And another.
Catch a few more if you want.
Don't shake the jar.
You don't want to kill them...
Do you?
If you answered yes,
open up the jar.
Let them back out into the world.
Who are you to say that it's their time to die?
If you answered no,
carry them carefully inside.
Make sure to count how many you have,
then turn out the lights.
Open up the jar,
and let them go.
Watch them light up greater than any computer cord
or DVD power button.
Watch the way they dance,
watch the way they blink.
Watch as they find a spot to rest
and one by one pick them up.
Caress their sweet gentle body,
and carry them back outside.
They're not meant to be kept from their kind.
Let them go,
and watch as they fly high.
Lose them among sweet Evangeline.

Social Networking: Sucked In

It's that old pattern:
late nights staring at the screen.
And it's all for what?

Sunday, June 23, 2013

It's What They Wanted

Something great.

I put down my pen, got up, and walked out the door. Sure, it might not have been exactly what they wanted, but it was all I had at the moment. I can't write on command, I have to have time to think and debate, to erase and cross out. I counted down from five as I took a left at the bottom of the steps. I heard the door slam behind me, and I ducked through the open fire door. The heat hit me, but I knew that I had to get out of there. I couldn't stay and have them yell at me, trying to get me to put words together on a page. If they want to make money, if they want something that will make people want more, they have to give me a little time. It'll all come eventually. I stopped at the corner store, just to grab some dark chocolate and a bottle of wine. After a stunt like this, what more do I have to lose? I looked up just in time to see a mass of hair and money stumble pass. I paid and shook hands with the cashier and smiled as I made my way out the back door. The dirt path lead me away from the main road, and I stopped to drop my phone behind the flowers... Okay, I'd be lying if I tried to deny that I smelled the flowers too but if I included that in any kind of story, it'd be one more chiche that I wish I didn't use. I guess because it's the here and now, it's just a reminder that this is a beautiful day outside the control of the do-anything-power. D.O.P. Dop. Dope. Ha. I bet that's what they do in their free time. Hell, that's what I'd do if I had any free time. If I'm not sitting there in their office then I'm evading their clutches. If I'm not evading their clutches then I'm sleeping. If I'm not sleeping I'm sitting there in their office. That's because they know where I live, well, they're paying for housing, and food, and pretty much anything else I need. They just use me for my well constructed sentences, and dashing good looks. Someone's gotta stand behind the words I write, and I insisted that it was me. I mean, I may be going on six feet tall and I can hide behind a young sapling without any troubles, but the acne's cleared up and Dop's ordering contacts for me soon. They're trying to move me on to that "cool kid" phase that I missed during puberty 10 years ago. Honestly, I'm not sure that they would have picked me if they looked at my headshot first. I was just some bum off the side of the street, with nothing much but a notebook and a bent up copy of my senior portrait showing off my manly stoic face. Shuttering from my blocked memories creeping up on me, I emerged from the path turned wooded brush, and jumped across the creek. Part of me wishes that I didn't leave my phone in the flowers, I'd have done just as well to have dropped it along the rocks and let the water take it. I wonder  how life would have turned out, it I didn't see that poster walking along the sidewalk by the guidance of the breeze. Would I be dead now, of starvation? Would I have sold a story, taken my pay, and gone without another look back, swearing that I could use the meager earnings to start a real job? I'd have my soul back, I know that much. I stepped out into the clearing, and retrieved my corkscrew from the hollow log the I had dragged into the center. I'll admit that it wasn't my first time going AWOL, but they still had yet to figure out where I disappear to. As long as I return with something great to show them, they'll be able to finish their anthology and I'll be able to pretend I don't exist until they go demanding more words for some other project. Sinking down to the ground, I kissed the top of the bottle and let the sweet juice drip down my throat. I reached into the log and retrieved my battered notebook. I found a margin and squeezed in two words as I breathed in a sigh of relief as my imagination started to run wild.

Something great...

Freedom

Give me open skies
walking barefoot through darkness.
No judgement.
No fear.
Freedom.

Give me a moment of solitude
while sitting in a crowd of people.
No pressure.
No stress.
Freedom.

Give me stale cigarettes
whispering forgotten memories.
No attachment.
No regret.
Freedom.

Give me a place to call home
where I can think, dream, and grow.
No limitations.
No destruction.
Freedom.


Friday, June 14, 2013

Still Jet Lagged

Hello all my wonderful friends and followers! I'm back from my trip abroad, and yes I have a whole bunch of pictures to share with you. I figured that since I was posting everything to my Facebook anyways, I'd just post the link to the albums that I'm working on. The pictures go chronologically and the captions ended up turning into little blog-like blurbs. I figure once I'm done I'll probably construct a regular blog post, but if you wanted to check out what I have so far, please, feel free to do so!

For the pictures of my adventures, CLICK HERE.

For the pictures of Nemo, the world traveled clownfish, CLICK HERE.

Grazie!