Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Non-fiction, Personal, Traditional
Tagged DNA, drugs, eyes, Las Vegas, Love, magic, moon, mushrooms, napowrimo, napowrimo 2013, NaPoWriMo2013, nature, sex, smiling, time, writing
So – I have been keeping up with the Challenge but have been super-busy and under-the-weather. Took a health day today and stayed in bed (and on my computer) working. That “time-off” was well spent in that I now have Days 28, 29, and 30 edited and formatted, just waiting for your perusal! Like in all the other posts, read the play by clicking the title. Hope you enjoy!
Posted in #31plays31days, #31Plays31Days, Fiction, Love, Non-fiction, Opinion, Personal, Plays, Prose, Theology, World Events
Tagged #31plays31days, actors, auditions, Bible, blood, comedy, cum, damnation, death, Erica Griffin, eyes, fatherhood, fiction, fights, happiness, hate, healing, heart, heartache, hell, history, hope, humor, Jean-Paul Sartre, Judaism, Las Vegas, life, light, Love, memory, motherhood, mythology, No Exit, passion, personal, plays, religion, Satan, science, sex, skin, skin cells, sperm, Tarot, technology, theater, University of Pittsburgh, wisdom, writing
I want to tell you everything I know about myself and so expose when the moon hangs low,
Growing nearer as the stars glow gallantly in comparison to the brightness in your eyes when I have you in my orisons.
Core untrimmed, contents revealed:
I’ve known loves that dropped like out of the sky,
Didn’t pull my chute out of fright and plummeted instead to the ground,
Ended it with the clack that resounded extra loud.
Clack! Rounds rebounded, stored and stacked,
Some might say he’s slack in the stack stored upon his back,
Boasts a knack at knocking words together,
To turn them toward some poetry,
When the fact he’s writing poetry should yet fill her with some worry, see?
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Slam
Tagged artifacts, daisy, eyes, fire, flaws, flowers, lilac, lily, moon, poets, roots, rose, sanctuary, sin, song, stars, tree, truth
Which came first, the ova or the hen?
Where’s the leak?
Coming out this hissing pen that often gauges straight until put upon the page.
What’s its wage?
What week’s pay might you part with,
Straight dismiss, without profit seen for loftiness,
Baudy bliss in a crimson kiss that twisted past all reason and supplanted ethereality in the mist that hangs this season?
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry
Tagged celibate, chicken, crimson, crowded room, definite, discovery, early morning light, egg, eyes, fashion, issues, kiss, leak, Love, pages, passion, pen, poetry, profit, truth, wages, whole-hearted
She sailed on strong winds the way sailors sought the shore,
captive to the core, her strengths explored,
saddling sadness with weighty wisdom she pulled off the bench when she inherited it after her tragedies,
tragedies of such magnitude as to name them epic would still be lacking,
but she still smiled, even if she cried,
she faced each day her best foot forward,
she stayed in the light though she had every right to hide.
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Slam
Tagged bench, best foot forward, chemistry, core, cry, dawn, dusk, epic, explanations, explorations, eyes, fall, fashion, healing, held hands, hope, laughter, longing looks, magnitude, nearness, pleasure, ropes, shoes, smile, soles, soliloquies, strength, symmetry sleep, touch, tragedy, trust, winds, wisdom
Never heard the word,
though if there is anything here to learn
it’s that once the fire’s all but burned
the cold will yet again return.
Ache, more than one might take
once loving eyes now cast away in pain,
grains of sighs where once they shone with pride, lost finding love in their bright alight.
Woe, you really ought to go,
wrought this, so why still do you dote
heart, still torn apart with hope
you dashed on rocks and hung with rope?
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Personal, Poetry, Traditional
Tagged cold, dote, eyes, fire, gladness, hope, madness, pains, pride, sighs, valor, words