Sunday, March 25, 2012

Zodiac Exercise #4 - Aries

Alright, installment number four in my writing exercise. This time I am going for the "stream of conscious" paragraph form. It's a little different than my usual style, but it definitely serves a purpose in a writer's arsenal.

Without further ado, here is Zodiac exercise #4 titled, You cannot stand to lose:

Stubborn and stern. Cannot fathom being wrong. When will it be my turn? My chance to steer this ship, my time to plot our course, my right to speak and be heard above your noise. I promise to make a mad dash for my finish line behind your back. Don't blink. It's not that you trust me so much, it's that you think of me so little. Remember: those who go unnoticed are those who move mountains and make your kingdoms crumble. So stubborn and stern. Unyielding and firm. Cannot abide weakness. These things we hold in common. When will you stop talking rather than demand others to speak less. Your single battle is but a sideshow in my perfect war. You cannot stand to lose.  I refuse to fall.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Productive? Maybe. A little. Well...sort of.

Okay, I really did slack off during the month of February in terms of having "submission-ready" pieces, well, ready to submit. Sorry. I suck. It happens and I've already moved on from my guilt.

HOWEVER, what I did do was put out a few good writing exercises, asked a friend to read over some of my work for the first time, and met with one of my former college professors. Both of these things were time well spent and are currently helping me get on track to submit for March.  Perhaps I will take the advice given to me and begin doing multiple submissions. The more pieces I get out there to more places should only increase my chances of getting a "yes", right? Seems logical.

Like I said, maybe not so productive in one area (ahem...cough *submitting* cough), but totally nailed it in others. This trying to get published business is not all frivolity, lattes, and quite moments of epic pondering. It's work...but worth it.

Monday, March 5, 2012

Wait. Who isn't concerned about a zombie apocalypse?

I am taking a break from poetry today. Thus the random blog post. Enjoy.

There are quite a few folks out there obsessively planning for impending doom - apocalypse if you will - brought on by zombies.  These folks are planning in terms of weapons and warfare. I am planning in terms of play list. That's right, I am creating the perfect "mixed tape" for the Zombie Apocalypse. I have solicited opinions from friends, co-workers, and family.

Here's the list so far:

Disturbia, Rhianna
Tighten Up, Black Keys
Teeth, Lady Gaga
Feel Good Inc., Gorillaz
Machine Head, Bush
Crazy, Gnarls Barkely
Hard Knock Life, Jay-Z
Tik Tok, Ke$ha
Is There a Ghost, Band of Horses
Sabotage, Beastie Boys
Johnny B. Goode, Chuck Berry
Lazy Song, Bruno Mars
Rappers Delight, Sugar Hill Gang
1979, Smashing Pumpkins
Rooster, Alice in chains
Blackbird, The Beatles
End of the World as We Know It, REM (...duh)

Feel free to make additions as you see fit.  Let me know what I'm missing...

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Thursday, March 1, 2012

Zodiac Exercise #3 - Pisces

Yes, it is that time again. Time for the third installment of my Zodiac writing exercise. (You'll notice that Capricorn was an acrostic poem, Aquarius attempted some mild rhyming, and Pisces will go the sestina route.  Well, sort of. This will be a bastardized version of a sestina.) Okay, I am choosing five words that relate to Pisces. I'll use them in order 1-5 as the last word of each line for one stanza, then 5-1 as the last word of each line for another stanza, then I'll jumble them all up for two lines as my ending. Ready? 

Here are my words:
  1. secrets
  2. dream
  3. feel
  4. water
  5. two
Here is my poem titled, Duo:

Between us we keep space, but no secrets.
Against our skin the world feels harsh; needing the blurred lines of a dream.
Edges are too sharp for touching and I cannot feel.
My tears and your laughter, both flowing like water.
Knowing what comes next is step two.

Knowing the pieces of my whole equals us, just two.
I can easily swim through your thoughts like a fish in water.
You can hear it, but tell me how you feel.
We both hate this dream.
Wishing for youthful secrets.

This secret and lonely dream feels a bit like trying to pour water
from one large pitcher into little tiny glasses without spilling.
A now uncomfortable dinner for two.