hazy memories

Two drinks
One cab
...who're you?

Take Two

She Moved and Didn't Take Anything with Her

Armed with a wrench, she broke into her home,
taking only what would fit in her car:
family heirlooms,
her books,
their dog.
Her dignity.

He called his family to join in the judgment,
to see what this wretch was doing to their boy.
Rather, they watched her take
Her Dignity.

She moved and didn't take anything with her.
Not the rumors.
Not the lies,
the deceit, adultery, abuse,
the easy way out.
She moved and didn't take anything with her,
But Her Dignity.

BP - Sneak Peak - Submission to a Wife

A future morsel I couldn't keep to myself:

The stateliest women,
Assassins of Justice.
Allowing sweet promise
of uxoriousness
gather'd
day by day.

Blackout Poetry

There is nothing quite like the smell of old books. That's how you can tell when a book is ripe and ready to be felt. Its pages are smooth, and the spine gives a slight creak as it is unused to the act of being opened. It is then that it hits you. The smell blossoms from the expectant pages like a tulip opening wide to greet the sun. Once you have perused its pages, the book is ready to be reborn. From its countless stories and rhymes, I pick and choose the words that strike me the most, and give this old book a new tale to tell.

This, is the beginning:

Swift and little,
her child procured
his degree
by special favor

She Moved and Didn't Take Anything With Her

She moved and didn't take anything with her. 

She didn't steal away by the light of the moon, 

hugging the shadows closer than her dearest friend.

It was the middle of the day with

a bright noon sun for all to see.

Armed with a wrench, she broke into her own home

and took all that would fit in her car.

The family heirlooms she had been given,

her books, 

her dog,

her dignity.

She strode past him with the elegance of a Queen

as he berated her with insults 

and threats of force.

Her dignity.

She shook like a leaf but kept it from view.

Her eyes held defiance.

Her heart was of stone. 

He had made the choice for her.

Her Dignity.

He brought his family to show them her coldness.

To make himself look the victim.

They didn't buy it.

She kept

Her. Dignity.

She moved and didn't take anything with her.

She didn't take the rumors

the lies

the deceit

the adultery

the abuse

the easy way out.

She moved and didn't take anything with her,

but her dignity.

OfficeMax 0.7 Blue

The thick line of ink gently flows from my pen
and seeps through my pages.
Watching it spread its hairline fractures
over the surface of this world, lying at my fingertips.
That I should be so bold as to play God and
dictate what each sheet becomes -
     trash, treasure, forgotten.

Life. It's Happening.

You ever get those gut feelings? You just know something is happening, but you don't know what or why? That is my now.

I think 2015 is going to be a good year.
I thought 2014 was going to be eventful, and boy I wasn't wrong.

But this is different.

It's been two days of the New Year and I've already gotten more ambitious with my writing, have a lead on some new jobs, and met someone. Life is happening. And for once, I'm excited to let it lead me on some new adventures. It's time.