Twinkling like a sapphire swimming in ink,
War-like lingering like
This smoldering coal in my blood
Brain barrier to beneficial behavior,
Where even yoga is all warrior,
Mindfulness a degradation to
Posted in NaPoWriMo, Poetry
Tagged #napowrimo16, Aphrodite, Ares, entropy, eros, Hephaestus, mars, mythology, napowrimo, night sky, poetry, quarks, time
Posted in Fiction, Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Traditional
Tagged bdsm, bounds, fae, fairies, fairy, fay, homoeroticism, iron, Love, mythology, napowrimo, nature, Oberon, old, poetry, sadmasochism, Titania, young
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
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This one kicked my ass, just like it knew it would. Last month, before the 31 Plays Challenge began, I wrote a list of prompts for myself. Top of the list was this very simple idea: monsters speed dating. I knew that it would require a level of concentration that I was unaccustomed to, bouncing back and forth between conversations so that they flowed in a reasonable fashion that also built on itself. I picked probably the worst day to work on this one.
Little sleep. A position at work that predicated I could not write. Chores to do between jobs. A near fight at the dinner show. A photo-shoot and a line-through for one of the plays I’m rehearsing. On top of all this I decided to write a fourteen page play? Challenge accepted.
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Tagged #31plays31days, Bible, comedy, Dracula, fiction, fire, Frankenstein, Frankenstein's monster, funny, Gorgon, humor, Lilith, Love, Medusa, monsters, mythology, passion, pengangglan, plays, sex, speed dating, theater, tikbalang, vampire, vampires, writing
Shall I compare you to the copy of Metroid I got on my 8th Chanukah? You’re shinier new, more supremely captivating, more layered, more fun.
Shall I compare you to beating Twilight Princess? You are more stunning, more rewarding, more magnificently detailed.
Shall I compare you to Gizmos and Gadgets? You are more complex, more robust, more challenging and intricate, I could search the corridors of your mind forever and never piece it all together: but I would take the time to clock the hours, each millisecond made magnificent at the prospect of your being mine.
Posted in Love, Poetry, Slam
Tagged Calypso, Game Genie, Gizmos and Gadgets, Love, Metroid, mythology, quest, Twilight Princess, video games
The idea frightened, but with the resolve came the enlightened sine that sparked the thoughts that crossed the line between the mundane and the divine,
with a brightness in kind to render one blind.
Finding colors in the wash of white,
derived from the fractioned proportions that kept coming out of light,
a sight more sincere than the sample of sirens that sent celibate men into the depth a’wend of the tasks they had yet to portend,
pretending peace on stony shores and stares that circumvented the “why” by asking “what” and “wherefore?”
Posted in Love, NaPoWriMo, Poetry, Slam, Theology
Tagged afterlife, color, color diffusion, death, earth, fatal, life, light, monks, mythology, passion, peace, physics, piety, prism, reality, road, sirens, solemn, spirit, spirituality, white
Look at this rock I have entrenched,
to ease your thirst, to see it quenched,
to bench the burdens harbored across a desert,
that deserves and yearns to be wrapped in pleasure.
What measure to censure a marvel I’d borrowed,
that longs for the core just beyond of the hollow,
to follow, to perilously plunge into pardon,
and refrain from shame when the night is forgotten.
Day break, substrate, that claws beneath the surface,
patience, for prize it is worth it,
learnt this in labors I had worked inside her garden,
that felt the same so long as I was ardent.
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Tagged balm, blessing, Creation, Edgar Alan Poe, fire, gaily bedight, garden, heat, Hebrew Scripture, hunger, Love, marvel, miracle, Miriam sister of Moses, mythology, oral sex, passion, perspiration, poetry, quenched thirst, quick kisses, racing heart, sex, sexily, stumbling stanzas, theology, water rock