My brain has decided to go on holiday a little early.. it is months away from spring break and summer is just a dream at this point; but still it has decided to be preoccupied with distracting me from writing to concentrate matter it feel is more urgent. As a result, posts here may become …
Tag: life
Fire Water
Fire water fuels waiting demons waiting for release,waiting to attack and deny, deny you sanity love and companionship dredging anger, venom from all the places where you shove it Cramming vile & grotesque thoughts fermented perfectly with that one last beer..
Exams, Cars and Delays
This week my students take their mid-semester exams. It also marks the beginning the semi-annual whine festival; especially among the seniors. Their continued enrollment and graduation is on the line. Participation in the program is voluntary. If students aren't benefiting from the program then they can go back to their home school. If they aren't …
The One I Was Supposed To Read…
Confession time. There was one Jane Austen novel that I was supposed to read in high school; Northanger Abbey. My English teacher suggested that for my senior research paper that I read it and compare it the Mysteries of Udolpho, which I was supposed to read as well. I did read that one, just didn't …
All I want to do
All I want to do is remember remember the way it was And forget the way it is... ..
Working my life away… or
Two weeks, I began two more jobs. I already had two... well besides writing. Monday nights, I am reading tarot at a local bar and Tuesday I am tending the same bar. Both of the new financial opportunities were the result of a good friend needing help and me needing cash. Maybe I am crazy …
Sense and Sensibility without Sea Monsters
As my first unabridged, non-zombie version of a Jane Austen novel, Sense and Sensibility has taken a firm hold of my mind. It didn't let go last night until around 1:30 in the morning. My eyes simply gave out, not my desire to read. The tale follows the lives of two sisters after the death of …
A Shot in the Night
A shot in the night A prayer to the heavens seemingly unanswered. <> Upon the Night He did pray <> "Understanding" he did cry <> A shot in Night And All that was Is Gone **I woke this poem in the tenth grade after my English teacher showed The Dead Poet Society; not a word …
The One I Didn’t Buy…
Like many Americans, I buy holiday gifts for loved ones and friends. This year, I labored over one gift in particular; not the actually gift, but the idea of giving this person another gift. Normally, I am not the kind of who keeps a gift tally. If I give you a gift, I don't expect …
P.S. A New Poem
*Normally, I would place notes at the end of the poem, but this is one that I wrote when I was in the sixth or seventh grade. Sharing it is a bit scary. I made only minor changes to it here. Looking back through the poems that I have written over the years is a …
Lucinda Rose 