English translation is below the French version my anglophone friends, but this is your content warning because this poem is pretty explicit. Must be something about being the language of love but every time I try to write in French I get... well porn-y. Any-hoot if that's not your thing skedaddle now and come back … Continue reading Pardon my French, but this Poem is Just Too Sexy for English
For those of you who aren’t familiar, Rhiannon Giddens is a singing angel who floated down from heaven plucking a celestial banjo. Ok, well actually she’s a real live person who can get hilariously salty in interviews. In addition to being one of the best banjo players on the planet, she is a virtuoso in … Continue reading Rhiannon Giddens is Writing a Frickin’ Opera!!!
I wonder about the color of your eyes— How it shifted and sparkled like the surface of the lake under the kiss of the sun— As bright and beautiful and uncatchable as the light itself, A mirage I cannot capture in the eye of my memory Blinded as it is by the shifting sands of … Continue reading Wistful Wednesday Presents: The Color of Your Eyes
In light of Toni Morrison’s recent passing, I finally decided to pick up one of her novels (having been collecting them at garage and library book sales for years, putting them on the “to-read” shelf). I figured I would go ahead and start with the most critically acclaimed, her Nobel-prize-wining Beloved. It’s a brilliant and … Continue reading When the Medium is the Message: Some Brief Thoughts on the Movie Adaptation of Toni Morrison’s Beloved
The Guillotine's Tune C’mon, fly with me and let it all hang loose We’ll tap and sway on the tips of our shoes-- Just swinging to the rhythm of the hangman’s blues. Hand in hand, and we’ll skip down there-- And we’ll shimmy and shake with live-wire flare Just snapping to the beat of the … Continue reading Wicked Wednesday Presents:
Kurt Brindley is currently running a flash fiction contest in the comments section based on a picture of an abandoned car near where he lives. My entry was disqualified for being too long (because I didn't read the instructions carefully smh!). My second attempt also failed but I got a rough little sonnet out of … Continue reading In Which I Fail at Flash Fiction but Sort of Succeed at a Shakespearean Sonnet
“—And when they came to find him the next morning, the only thing left was his head. Oooooooh!” “Having fun in there, Pete?” Carol asked. “Yes, I am making the best fun with myself!” Pete’s voice came through the transceiver in her spacesuit with a thick Russian accent. Carol rolled her eyes. He was laying … Continue reading Flash Fiction Friday Presents: Frozen Ghosts
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter pads the sound of teeny tiny tripping trapping Tumbling, twirling, twisting, curling, little-little feet a-dancing It’s not the children, oh my, oh no, not the children never they They’re gone forever, flapped their feet and flew away No, no, no, ‘tis just the scritch-scritch-scratch and rat-ta-tat-tat of rats’ attack The squeak-squeak crack and … Continue reading Weird Wednesday Presents: Peter Pied Piper
Awww... she's a cute li'l bugger When I was a small sadistic little monster bent on meaningless destruction child I used to pass the time by murdering ants who were just minding their own damn business. My older brother taught me a neat trick where you could figure out the other exit of an ant … Continue reading Memory Monday: Ants in Purgatory
There's a lot to say about Tarantino's latest smash hit film but there is one thing in particular about this movie that continues to haunt and perturb my brain days after I saw the film. This event happens just before the climax of the film and it completely derailed my ability to even comprehend what … Continue reading We Need to Talk about “Once Upon A Time in Hollywood”
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