I think I did it, I know

I have woken up refreshed after a good nights, well at least six hours, which is two hours more than usual lately without a nap at some point (snoozing in the dentist chair). Yeah, I'm dangerous. Okay, back on track...I finished that poem from a few days ago. the 'Ashtray' piece(s) I wanted to shorten. Say things compact like 'collectable, depression, and give you a view of what I watched when my mom smoked using those pretty and big ashtrays of my youth'. Here...

Collectable Memories

goblets and bowls and ashtrays
congregate with cabinets and curios
buried under mountainous mail
dusty reminders
coating mental illness
and compulsive smoking
a child’s hours measured
in blank stares
atop a growing mound of ashes
moved from corner to corner to middle
and back in delicate ruby lane shaped mouths
spewing out cremated remains.


There. I had to shave off, and maybe someone would say I could do it even more. Maybe, but would it say what I wanted. Maybe. A world of maybe's, is a world painted with rainbows. Yep, my kind of world. Sorry FrankandMary, but inside I fight with 'happy go lucky' and 'demons' every morning...but I still am smiling!

Peace to you all this glorious February day. May you at least find a heart in your cereal in the form of a marshmallow to call your Valentine...smooches to you all!

I hope you all know 'I love you'...(Bradley in mind here).


Photo above is what I saw when hubs walked in the door from work last night...

Somethings Bugging Me

Lil'sis and I often speak of our mother. The memories we have of her, and a visit to a lit magazine I want to submit to gave me inspiration. All in what someone said. They want ashtrays to make a comeback. What if they did.

My mom found beauty in objects like shiny glass ashtrays back then. I found beauty in all things she did.

I doubt they will stop selling some form of them, but not like the beauties they sold when I was a girl, and before.

But smoking is almost to the brink of being band in our homes. Not yet, but almost. They are pushing it and I think if someone wants to smoke badly enough, like mary jane, pot or whatever you call it, they will. Let them smoke. Don't take all of our freedoms away.

Because, you'll never take my memories of it away...

Are Ashtrays Making A Come Back

On a hearth
of any day
sit small jars of sand
and pebbles
memories fitting tightly
under lids; next to

molded awards
moments in a mind’s eye
baring names in clear glass

(poems removed for submission considerations...)

Can't Keep Up With Me?

Don't worry, I can't either at times.

The site is live. Our February Issue is up and filled with lots of poetry, prose, flash fiction, artwork, and photography.

Many really good writers and artist submitted, and it was hard for editors to chose. We are excited so many people sent us their work. But we could only take so many.

Take a look... Z-composition

Also we now have a blog, EatMoreBrains. Once it is up and running we will feature essays and articles from various sources.

Often I find myself wondering what happened to all of my followers here, why don't I have new ones, no one leaves comment...then I realized someone is looking, because I get goose pimples and good vibes coming my way. Thanks everyone for taking the time to read my rants!

PS- A little unrelated news to add. I've submitted seven poems this year so far, and have had three accepted so far. Excited! Working on writing and submitting more.

Something Sweet

We like these fat free and non-calories kinds of sweet events don't we...

I keep forgetting to share, but I have had five poems accepted for publication this past month and two are up today.

Tuck Magazine is out of Canada, and they decided to put two of the five I sent them up on the site.

Forgotten Playgrounds Lay Waiting

and

Whenever There Is Water and A Bridge

The later was published on vox poetica last spring. I an honored that the publisher sent me such a nice and thoughtful note saying how much she enjoyed reading them. (vox poetica has published three of my poems over the past two years)

When you click on the link and go over, just scroll down, they are on the same page.

As the others appear I will try and share the links. Two are local magazines that are not on-line. Funny, but seems the electronic age is here, but some refuse to go out of print. I am glad of that!

(Photo above is mine from Korea. They are obsessed with waffles of every flavor. We tried one, not so good, one bite and into the trash. Hubs did not even like it, and he eats everything.)