The first full week of the New Year, the first full week of school and more books on hand that I can possibly read. It is a fantastic yet daunting way to get the year rolling; the last few Friday posts have been all about finding inspiration, this one is not. After all the inspiration and hard work there has to be a reward otherwise what is the point? I have always enjoyed a nice warm bath and book to unwind after a long week, this is the ultimate version of that experience. Can you just imagine yourself in this cave hot tub in Santorini Greece unwinding with your favorite book? I can, Happy Friday Everyone!
Writing
Four Of A Kind
At Night It Calls To Me
It takes a single moment; the blast of the accordion, the bass booming, the trumpet leading the trio.
I am transported to another place, another era, another realm.
The weather is hot, the air is sticky, jazz music is escaping onto the streets from every direction.
Sounds, Scents, Laughter; all linger in the air.
History flirts with Tragedy who seeks Revelry.
Bourbon St, Canal St, Decatur St.
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Deep in the French Quarter my unknowingly lost soul will be found.
*The City of New Orleans will always hold a special place in my heart; I recommend listening to Buckwheat Zydeco “Marie, Marie” to feel the writing above, it encompasses it fully.
Double Life
Learn The Rules To Break Them
Simplicity 6
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With the new comes great,
Expectations of yourself,
Define your moment.
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Nobody Is Perfect
Alex knew when she was wrong, while it very rarely happened, even she could make a mistake. Unfortunately for Alex whenever the rare transgression occurred it was never a small matter. Alex had been more than a jerk to poor John who quite honestly had the right to mock the mating habits of penguins. Who was that guy? Apparently even creepers can be extremely good looking, who knew?
John had been creative in his attempts to apologize, Alex had to step up her game. A home-cooked meal of his favorite food, enchiladas, would work but it would be a lame attempt indeed. She needed to be sweet, apologetic and perhaps a little bit vulnerable. He would have no choice but to accept her apology then; he never could kick her while she was down, a trend she hoped to continue.
The idea came to her after one too many google searches, she would make him a craft. She would paint him a new margarita glass of apology. The man loved his margaritas. Alex was a terrible artist but it was thoughtful, the man didn’t have a chance. Friendship repaired.
Stop Looking for Titles
Taking a Different Route for the New Year
My birthday happens to fall on the final day of the year; it is a great time for me to enjoy the successes I have achieved over the past twelve months. The last year has been a very important one for me, but I cannot simply enjoy what I have done because there is so much left for me to do. I am energized, excited and ready to attack the new year with my writing.
The following is a response poem to Robert Frost’s Road Not Taken to describe my path for 2013:
Does it only happen once
Will I really only get one, single
Chance?
I will not, cannot, believe it.
Each day I will look down both of those paths,
I will contemplate them, stare them down.
Each day I will make the choice.
It may not be the best choice,
It may be the easy choice,
It could be the worst choice,
But I will try again.
I do know how it will end,
It will be my own path,
A path no one else dared to wonder down,
And,
It will make all the difference.
Simplicity 5
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It fractures in the deep cold,
Confidence wavers,
Breathe, another chance awaits.
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