poetry

The Robot Scientist’s Daughter, Jeannine Hall Gailey

My second from Alternating Current

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Currently Reading: Sandra Cisneros (Loose Woman Poems)

https://i0.wp.com/ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/510jjkcaAVL._SY344_BO1,204,203,200_.jpgHaving read and become a fan of A House on Mango Street, there was little hesitation in acquiring this collection. At the time I read A House on Mango Street (high school) I wasn’t aware Cisneros also wrote poetry (or forgot). With my interest in poetry resurging and also wanting to tackle my neglected short reads, Loose Woman seemed ideal. In fact, I’m not sure why I didn’t grab it off my shelf sooner.

So far, I would say what has been said about the work isn’t fluff. Keep Reading

The Well Speaks of Its Own Poison, Maggie Smith

Thought a fun way of sharing my reviews for Alternating Current might be doing this…

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Discovering Stromae and Learning Languages

Subliminal Quibbles

Buzzfeed featured this brilliantly crafted commentary on social media from Stromae, “Carmen.”

My significant other found the video on Facebook and thinking I would like the song, shared it with me. I enjoyed not only the music, but the full package of artwork and theme. Seeing it was written and directed by French animator and comic writer Sylvain Chomet (known largely for animated films: The Illusionist and The Triplets of Belleville) was a bonus, and won more points with me. “Carmen” piqued both our interests in Stromae, but I became distracted and didn’t look further. My SO did and before I knew it, linked me to another song this time, “Tous Les Mêmes.” This video served as the catalyst for me diving into his work as well as background. I assumed he was French, from both of these songs, but learned Stromae (a stage name) is instead Belgian and…

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A Second, Then a Third

Two siblings,
brought together not through birth,
but adoption
Locked eyes in a stare down
Filled with the “eye of the tiger
One daringly taking the first leap
Two siblings,
clashed to the ground wrestling, thrashing
A frantic separation not knowing who was the victor
The youngest paced in contemplation
whipping its tail.

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For a Depressed Woman By James A. Emanuel

In honor of #WorldPoetryDay, I decided I would do some browsing around and read someone I haven’t read before. The title caught my attention, and who knew the simple arrangement of words therein could be so spot on. As such, I’m sharing my favorite snippet…
For A Depressed Woman

II
She sleeps late each day,
stifling each reason to rise,
choked into the quilt.

Please read the short poem in its entirety here and check more of Emanuel’s work. I know I will.

Writing Dare: Many Were Called

Doing things a little different this time 🙂

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© Image courtesy of L.A. Lanier’s Instagram (thesquibbler)

The last line kind of loses it for me, but it was still fun and not sure how else I’d rather phrase it. Maybe one day I’ll rewrite it. But until then. Enjoy!

Story Bandit: We dare you to write a 49-word poem using the following words: scribblers, hurting, thunder, audiophiles.

Cupid’s Arrows


Cupid’s arrows
stabbed me in the heart and brain the moment I saw your little runty face
Your eyes were blue and filled with stress
Your appearance was rodent like, even though your lineage is one of predator
I looked at your brothers and sisters
Mewing and clamoring for attentionCupids Arrows
Most of them were claimed, but I didn’t care
Your dark fur historically the shade of superstitions suggested why you hadn’t already been chosen
But you were my ideal
I scooped you up and held you close
Oxytocin must have flowed because it was longer than twenty seconds
We took you home
That was ten years ago
Your eyes turned a yellowish green as you aged
Your size doubled, tripled, then quadrupled
Runt of the litter?
It’s amazing what a little tenderness, love, and care can do
I spoiled you rotten
But I’ve never regretted it once.

What this Daily Prompt inspired.

Away, Barren, Soothing

Participating in any sort of free association is usually difficult for me because I’m an over-thinker (AKA clutter minded). I see (read) something and there’s probably five things at once. So, in order to have an actual response, I have to consciously clear my mind, put it on pause, or let whatever mood I’m in dictate.

Home…
Soil…
Rain…

Resulted in away barren soothing. I didn’t have a story to relate to this or any other post idea in mind. I just wanted to write and address this prompt to see what words would come of it. Now that I have them, I think I’ll use them to write something else (influenced by my recent run of writing dares). And then leave this post at that.

Turning away from a known home
Heading off into a distance
Soaring through skies of wonder
Not being able to witness
The scenes of altitude
Nearing the barren lands of drought and plains
When the rain decides to replenish
Its tickles upon the soil are soothing

Daily Prompt

Writing Dare: Paint Brushes

Paint brushes*
capture the beauty of the
endangered
Crafting doilies for sale
donations to charity and
support of a passion
Those that care not for
non-human animals
best unsubscribe

Story Bandit: We dare you to write a 29-word poem using the following words: brushes, endangered, unsubscribe, doilies. #writingdare

*Link to a decorative instragrammed version