Sunday, May 31, 2015

Frou Frou - Hear Me Out





"I'm a slow motion accident, lost in coffee rings and finger-prints..."

Magnetic Poetry: "Abroad"



I used two separate apps to create this:  a magnetic poetry app and a wallpaper app.

Usually I find a picture that appeals to me, then I work the words around it.



Posted and shared for the lovely community at Poets United.

Friday, May 29, 2015

My Summer 2015 To-Do List



Summer has arrived!  Usually it's nice just to relax during the Summer months, and I intend to do so.  But I'd also like to stay productive and take advantage of my free time by doing some fun things (and hopefully making some memories too).

I've compiled some things I want to do to make sure I stay motivated, busy, and happy throughout the grueling Summer months.  (And trust me when I say, Southern summers are HOT!)

1.  Read more chick lit.  Seriously...it was one of my first reading loves.  I devoured smart, literary chick lit during my first few years of college.  I miss those intelligent, classy gals forever in search of suitable careers and the perfect apartment.  

2.  Spend more time with my sketch book.  I love to draw, but you probably would never guess it...I spend most of my artistic energy with Photoshop and PSP.  Not this summer!  I want to get back to my roots...my pencil and paper roots.

3.  Take a mini road trip to somewhere new.  Doesn't have to be the Bahamas (okay, that would require a plane trip, you get the drift!) or even a full-fledged vacation.  Just a fun day spent driving somewhere with a different horizon than this little ole town.

4.  Complete the Five Mile Challenge in June.  The idea is to get more physically fit through walking.  You can read about it in full detail here.  

5.  Visit the independent cafes and coffee shops in my area (and surrounding areas).  I have a certain fetish for coffee, coffee shops, cafes, and bookstores.  They make me happy.  And I want to be as happy as possible...and frequenting some new java places will help me reach my bliss quota.

6.  Watch the Stars.  The sky has such a profound influence upon my writing...the most fascinating subject matter for my poetry and art usually includes the moon and stars.  Who even needs a telescope?  I have the hood of my car and a few blankets.  Might even include a glass of iced tea!  Doesn't it just sound lovely?

7.  Complete the Summer Reading Program with my daughter.  Runs from June into July at our local public library.  I think she's going to have  a blast with all the stories and art projects.  (I won't lie, I'm going to love it just as much as she!)

8.  Spend some in person time with friends.  Seriously, I've become a hermit.  You guys are fascinating...the blogs, the poetry community, my press and websites, my books and art...i LOVE them.  But I need to get out into the real world every now and then (for more than groceries and iced coffee lol).

9.  Get outside MORE.  This is different than #8.  This means actually outdoors.  I got a plan for this, I'll post it later...it includes fun things like water balloons, concrete chalk, bubbles (and more) ....all starring my daughter!  :)

10.  Prepare/try/create/ summery food and drinks.  Again, I need to make a list.  A few I can think of right now are fresh fruit salad, iced hot chocolate, homemade ice cream, fun ice cube pops.


So there you have it...all the great ways I'm hoping to stay busy these next three months.  I'll update things as I complete them!  Hopefully I'll remember to take some entertaining photos as well.

We'll talk about all this again soon!
=)

Thursday, May 28, 2015

Indie Rifting



Nothing ever feels as free
As the wide-open flail
Of falling into the beat,
A kind of self-initiated spell,
Not even my own arms
Belong to me, nary joint
Or capillary, each move
A piece of art choreographed
By accident, a mis-shuffled step,
A displaced shift of weight,
Realignment of bone structure,
The ligament bending where
The skin stretches me toward
A drum-induced hypnotism,
Hair spinning, lips kissing air,
Invisible microphones tripping
My legs and breasts in the same
Step until the last rift drops
And I become the woman
The world knows as only
One woman, once again.


Written for a prompt at Toads.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

"Our Cozy Coop"

"Our Cozy Coop"


"You ain’t gotta ask what I did to my hair
Or whose underwear’s on the line
It ain’t mine
I ain’t gonna ask who's been mowing your grass
So you ain’t gotta ask who mows mine
Quit judging my job and my car and my clothes
Get your nose out of your mini-blinds"
~Kacey Musgraves~



(thought I'd make a home-sweet-home that was a little off the beaten path.  i didn't spend a terrible amount of time with it, but i did have fun!)

created for an art challenge at Take A Word.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Green Pepper Spaghetti

This is an old recipe that was handed down from my grandmother (given to her by her mother) to my father, and now to me.

I absolutely love pasta.  And this recipe is so simple to make!  And oh-so-good, too!




Before you begin making your sauce, go ahead and put some noodles on to boil in another cooker!  Usually I make about 1/2 a box of spaghetti noodles for this sauce.  


Green Pepper Spaghetti Sauce Ingredients:

1 large green pepper, diced
1 large onion, diced
2 large tomatoes, diced (optional:  large can of diced tomatoes)
1 large can of tomato juice
1 small pack of hamburger (this is optional.  i've also used pre-made meatballs too)
salt and pepper to taste (i go light on both)


Directions:

dump everything into a large cooker.  bring to a boil, then simmer for 20 minutes.  stir often so nothing burns to the bottom.  and make sure your hamburger is browned and the veggies are tender!

drain the noodles from the other pot.  place them back in their original pot and immediately pour the finished sauce on top.  (if you leave drained noodles sitting without water, they tend to get hard and rubbery!).

then enjoy!  awesome spaghetti made simple.






This recipe makes about ten 1 cup servings.  Best part of all is, it's low-fat and takes less than 1/2 an hour to prepare.

Sunday, May 24, 2015

The Lotus Song



It is late Sunday,
A cool breeze reaches to me,
Heavy-breathed and evading
The fading halo of sun
Outside my windowed doors,
Tickles my toes, ruffling
The raveled, fickle edges
Of my ‘writer’s recliner.’

I am alone, holy silence,
My corner livingroom
A one-woman séance
I bend into, sway of my
Thirty-something hips
As I light three candles.
Three blind moons bloom,
A bright petal to my waking muse.

Night feels like a wet beach towel
Across the back patio, umbrella swimming
The atmosphere like a ghost coming home,
My house smelling of coffee,
Microwave-roasted, and still sublime.
The cinnamon and brown-sugar of a
Sweet roll, my gift offering
To the God of my empty pages.

I think of Buddha and the
Cherokee-Irish of my late grandmothers,
Then press my being into the pen,
My notebook a square-backed cupola,
My trip across the inkwell sky,
Each written line a footpath between the stars,
Jupiter swaying across the horizon
Like an old-fashioned tire swing.


Posted and Shared for the lovely community at Poets United.  

Friday, May 22, 2015

Incineration of Summers Past


Five summers ago
I won you,
A kind of brittle love
Embryonic as a
Winning raffle ticket.
I pushed your ideas
Between pages of poetry,
All those unread books
That lined the walls
Of my livingroom.
Too many books,
You’d always say.
The same summer
I gathered the words
Of your throw-away stories,
The poems you shunned
Like an angry Whitman,
As if Whitman could
Ever be angered.
Still, I stuffed them
Inside my own mouth,
So that when I spoke
Only you would come out.
We’d spend whole days
Writing inside leather-bound
Journals, sometimes you
Falling asleep while I sneaked
A look at the things
You had to say about me.
And at night we’d drive
Miles outside the city,
Our long conversations spoken
To the harmony of
Cicadas and country frogs.
We’d eat barbecue wings
On the back porch,
Old as the oldest couple
At heart, while slathering ribs,
Negating modern-day philosophy.
We’d hold hands, an
Affectionate thing we did
Without emotional dependency,
And listen to the radio,
Voice of the newsman
Foreshadowing the rain
We would await, although
Sometimes it never came.
I rarely remember those days now,
Precocious children blocked
Inside an old dated calendar
No one keeps time to anymore.
The walls of my bedroom
Now absent your half-completed
Pages of poetry, the wildlife murals,
Shelves-full of Rumi and
The old college-dorm expressionist
Art you found in the
Parking lot dumpster that day.
Friday night has succumbed
To a dreary corner chair,
The lonesome melody of
My steady laptop keys,
A muse whose grip is
Greater than any greed.
Each summer since then
Has been a cerulean,
Teary-eyed homecoming,
A loft-full of whispering eaves,
Each afternoon a recession
Of the one before, time-lapse
Of history paused on repeat,
Days full of sun folded between
Perfectly-woven croissants,
My rare, home-made delicacy,
And dandelions in a clay tea-pot,
Pouring petals, their wings 
full of my wishes as
they swim toward the sky.
Steady, weightless things.

Written for a prompt at Pink.Girl.Ink.
Shared with Open Link Night at dVerse Poetry.

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

2am...



...on a Monday morning
And the  chicken-scrawl
Tells of stories, clocks-full
Of words unfolding lives
I’ve lived before;  dead poets
Whose memories have
Chosen me for capture.
Then there’s the times I go
Whole days without writing.
Like any angry lover,
I shun the words.
The composition calls to me,
I throw the words back,
Room-full of their greedy echoes.
I swim their symbolism
To the empty of my bed,
Crawl into books not
Written by me, they become
The friends I never had;
My very own form of
Fading away for a while.

Written for a prompt at dVerse Poets.

Sunday, May 17, 2015

I Read YA: May 18th-May 24th





This is I Read YA week.  Technically, you read nothing but YA this week, Monday through Friday.  But seeing as I read every day of the week, anyway, I'm extending my YA reading for the whole week!

It's easy to participate.  Follow this link and share the banner as your profile picture on social media for this week.  You could opt for just sharing it on your page or blog.  Whichever suits your taste, so long as you're spreading the word and reading some YA!




Southern Pea Salad

I was in a cooking kinda mood the other night.  Really, it was a random thing.  I thought about making something quick and fun, like potato salad...but who wants to wait for potatoes to cook?  No, I needed a more instant gratification.

Besides salad or a can of soup, or a papery TV dinner...what else could I make in a jiffy?  That's when I remembered the awesome pea salad I discovered at a recent Easter cookout.

And, oh my, am I happy I tried this one!





The Recipe:

2 cans of peas, drained
1 cup of mayonaise
1/2 cup  of Sharp Cheddar, cut into cubes
1/2 cup of honey-smoked ham, cut into cubes
1 onion, chopped
salt and pepper to taste

Mix it all into a large bowl.  Chill for about an hour.  Then eat!  Yummm.

My pea salad turned out amazing...seriously, I ate three bowls-full!

Friday, May 1, 2015

For the Month of May

The month of April (thank God too!) and the NaPoWriMo challenge is behind me.

So, for the months of May/June I'm going to attempt to keep in-tune with my muse and wax poetic with some digital art by using Artella's Me-Flections Workshop.  I purchased some of her amazingly inspiring workshops quite a while back and have just been pushing them down my to-do list.  But not anymore!

I was also thinking that since that means I'll be posting lots of digital art/journal prompt pieces to this blog, I might as well scratch the idea of an art blog, and keep all my lovely endeavors in-tact at just one place....here!  So, I'll be deleting the so-called art blog and sticking with posting a majority of my work on this blog.

My Me-Flection art/journal posts will begin tonight, if anyone is interested in following along.  I really just share my things here as a platform to collect my ideas and to share my writing and ideas with like-minded friends who stop by, or perhaps anyone who does enjoy reading my work.

Here's to hoping May and June are every bit as fantastically creative as April was (and hopefully less stressful).

NaPoWriMo Day #30

So...at last we have arrived at our last day!

Shew, I think my poetic muse may hide out for a while, I am pretty tired.

I actually ended up reading six books of poetry during this NaPoWriMo.  If you remember, the original idea was to read a book of poetry a day...I found that after real life responsibilities, and then writing, typing, posting my own poem each day, there wasn't a lot of time left for reading.  I'm happy with the six poetry books.

What I think is most important is that I successfully completed the challenge (I wouldn't call it easy, either!).

Today I decided to give myself a break.  Instead of writing with a prompt, I just did a free write.  Since I had been flipping through the collection of poetry Ain't I a Woman, I found a poem that I felt strongly towards and wanted to write to it (with it, in reply to it).

So here goes:


The Non-Diet

-In reply to Diet by Maureen Burge

If I didn’t like my body,
I’d filet it like mignon,
Box it up, the perfect present
For your doorstep, Van Gogh style.

If eating was a weighty kind
Of issue, I’d subtract
The sugar cubes, count my age
In calories and forfeit the daily mocha.

If people-pleasing was the way
I rubbed meatless thighs in vain,
I’d arch my back and count
Each rib, little steps across my chest
Where your lips might have rested.