Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged art, creepy, creepy stuff, death, decomposition, disturbing, gross, gross stuff, human decomposition, Life, memories, memory, paint, painting, poetry, random, self-expression, the arts, Thoughts, whimsy on November 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Why am I afraid of art? Must be the smell of the oil artists use to thin the paint. Whenever I smell it – that is, every time I hear the word “art” – beauty and self-expression are the last particles to tickle the nose hairs of my memory.
First, I think of carnations. [...]
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged annoying people, authors, habits, poems, poetry, quirks, random, rants, tics, weird habits, writers, writing on October 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I sit on my foot
While hunched in my chair.
I look like a toddler
And people stare.
I sat in a café.
The guy who was there
Told me I must keep
My foot off the chair.
Since then, I’ve decided
That I wouldn’t dare
Try writing where they don’t
Let feet on their chairs.
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged accident, accidents, adolescence, car accident, car accidents, car crash, car crashes, cars, debt, disaster, driver's license, drivers, driving, Karen Matheson, melodrama, mistakes, poetry, poets, poverty, teenagers, teens, writers, writing on August 9, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
They were teenage twins in a silver car they’d named Jenny. Veronica was driving; Rachel was in the passenger seat; a Scottish folk artist was in the CD player, singing hypnotically like a hot bath from a sampler album. Jenny was on her way to the local Japanese steakhouse to celebrate that, after [...]
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged anxiety, art & writing, borderline personality disorder, can't take criticism, criticism, embarrassment, humiliation, hyper-sensitive, hyper-sensitivity, low self-esteem, neurosis, neurotic, perfectionism, poetry, self esteem, self-consciousness, sensitive, sensitivity, social phobia, social phobias, touchiness, touchy, writers, writing on June 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Like a very shallow gutter,
I’ll accept criticism poured from a thimble,
or maybe a drizzle of it from the sky.
But, good Lord, a real rain
and I’m a trench,
not a gutter.
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged mirrors, poem, poetry, poets, random, random thoughts, reflection, reflections, spoons, Thoughts, weird, Wisdom on June 18, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Don’t be fooled by the similarity in their shapes:
A hand-held mirror cannot tell a story
through true human eyes
as realistically as
a spoon.
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged Humor, death, random, memories, Stories, memory, worms, dead animals, gross, gross stuff, old houses, creepy, Halloween, moving, horror stories, science, dissection, nasty, specimens, biology on June 15, 2009 | 1 Comment »
WARNING: This one is gross. Don’t read it while eating.
During one of our move-outs, Mom insisted we get rid of that jar of dissection specimens. Dead animals. Walking down into a 1927 basement on a windy night in a rattley-windowed old house, the last thing you’d want to see is a glazed-over [...]
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged art & writing, artists, authors, autobiography, child self, child selves, childhood, childhood fears, children, craft, Creativity, daughters, growing up, human development, Humor, inspiration, Life, life story, Little Bo-Peep, memories, memory, Mother Goose, nostalgia, nursery rhymes, parenting, personal reflection, phobias, poets, psychology, random, sisters, Stories, story, the arts, the past, worms, writers, writing on June 9, 2009 | 2 Comments »
Every beginning writer is strange, but I was just weird.
As a very young child, I wore a basket on my head, for want of the sagging pink Easter bonnet that it always seemed to be my sister’s turn to wear. Then, after years of refusing to wear underwear and then refusing to wear clothes [...]
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged body, body image, embarrassment, fear, honor, humiliation, lookism, mental illness, paranoia, paranoid, psychology, random, random thoughts, rants, reputation, self-conscious, self-consciousness, shame, teenage girls, teens, Thoughts, young women on June 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
from the diary of a paranoid little puppy…
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I wonder what kind of sicko I must be that, now that I’m letting down the hems of my thoughts, every male thinks I secretly want him, and every woman thinks I secretly want her boyfriend, husband, father, grandfather…
What a painful way to walk down a street, feeling [...]
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged characters, childhood, children, children's stories, memories, nostalgia, pets, sisters, Stories, story, writers, writing, writing ideas, young writers on June 5, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
As children, my sister and I knew how to scoop our garbage into unsuspecting characters. When one character, Ken, got an elephant instead of a dog – as our story went – he cried so hard and for so long, he flooded the city with his tears. All our other little characters – [...]
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Posted in -all posts-, life & memories, tagged autumn, Beauty, botany, buds, divorce, fall, flowers, Hope, June, Love, marriage, nature poem, new love, poem, poet, poetry, poets, sacred vow, sacred vows, seasons, spring, spring poem, springtime, vow, vows, weddings, women on June 2, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
We lovesick women put our hope
In springtime buds today,
For who may prove October will
Benumb them as before,
And all that fills their envelope
Discolor in the way
Of bridal garters, browned and wilted,
That our mothers wore?
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