#WednesdayFreeWrite – WAKE ME WHEN IT’S OVER

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WAKE ME WHEN IT’S OVER

“Wake me when it’s over,” she wrote
our wondrous prompstress
that loving and devoted poet
who guides us
through these days
of writing
creating
being
offering us a safe space
within which
we confide
laugh
sex each other up
(okay,
admittedly
that’s my job)

WAKE all of us
from the fear of sharing
unedited
raw
possibly full of mistakes
writing
so personal
and unique
that is The Inky Path

Teach ME
to feel confident
in the inner rhythm
that thumps in my heart
beats in my blood
lives in my bones
and fights to make it onto the paper
every time I write
that is The Inky Path

Hold me
in the comfort of strangers
who have so quickly
become family
WHEN I’m at my lowest
foundering on the edges
trying to gather
the pieces of myself
and continue
that is The Inky Path

IT’S a glorious endeavor
this thing we call writing
this beast who burns
within our souls
taking on so many different
shapes and forms
representing our
many and varied selves
coming together
to make this whole
that is The Inky Path

I say it all the time
again and again
OVER and over
I have yet to find such a place
so open and safe
warm and passionate
giving and full of grace
nor such beautiful souls
bursting with creative juju
overflowing with love
imbibing on the sexy of our brilliant union
that is The Inky Path

Wake me when it’s over?
Fuck that shit
I never want to sleep
I just want to live
breathe
love
laugh
write
that is The Inky Path


This is my love note to my writing group The Inky Path and all of my lovely Inksters – I am one lucky bitch to have found all of y’all. Here’s to a most brilliant 2016 for all of us. Mad love to everyone. Fuck yeah.

My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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#WednesdayFreeWrite – MY ROCK

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MY ROCK

My rock
walked into my office
one day
with her perfect hair
and string of pearls
speaking in clipped consonants
and proper enunciation
took one look around
and said “Hello,
I’m Emily Thompson.”

My crusty heart
whispered “fuck her and those pearls”
crossed my fingers
and hoped she would keep it moving
because the last thing
I had the time or patience for
was one of “those” types

Emily Thompson
proved to be anything
but

She cursed like a sailor
ranted like a mad woman
raged like a beast
and made me laugh
like no other
all while wearing those damn pearls
and rocking that goddamned
perfect hair

We danced around each other
for months
feeling the other out
wondering what made the other tick
appreciating the quiet resolve
understanding the need for privacy
thrilling in the love of books
finally letting down our guard
long enough
to realize we were
mirror-selves
swimming in a pool
of bizarre commonalities

I’m so glad
I let her in
because these days
hardly anyone gets over my walls
there’s no time
and even less patience
But something about Emily Thompson
got under my skin
and did things to me
few were able

We don’t have to
talk all the time
to understand each other
and know we’re loved
In fact
we don’t have to talk at all
and are perfectly happy
in each other’s presence
the silence both comforting
and calm

She gets me
and that’s rare

She loves me
and at times
that’s fucking unheard of
(I am quite impossible)

She’s my person
my comfort
my rock

and I love her.
Madly.


My #WednesdayFreeWrite series is based on what I write during the 10 minutes allotted my writing group’s Wednesday Prompt. As always, these pieces are works of fiction, erupting from my incredibly over-active imagination. They are unedited and unscripted, super loose and probably my favorite ten minutes of the week. They are perfect in their imperfections and I hope you enjoy.

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“Found” Writing

Grab a book, make some “found” writing, and share it with me…

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My writing group, THE INKY PATH, led by Jena Schwartz and Cigdem Kobu, engages in a unique and fun writing exercise every Friday, from leaving handwritten notes for ourselves and others to yesterday’s prompt to make “found” writing.

What is “found” writing, you ask. According to Jena and Cigdem, it’s simple:

1. Pick a book off a shelf with your eyes closed. 
2. Open to page 45, and write down the last word (or three) from each line.
3. Leave it as is, or use it to spin into something new.
4. Feel free to add punctuation, skip a line, write the words as poetry or prose — anything goes. 

For my “found” writing, I picked Jhumpa Lahiri’s THE NAMESAKE off my bookshelf, turned to page 45, and started collecting last words and phrases. I discussed my final piece with Jena and noted how interesting it was that page…

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#PauseForPoetry – D + J Redux

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D + J Redux

I wear a pretty big sign
Across my chest
On my forehead
In my eyeballs

Do not trespass
Do not touch

And I don’t think she gives a fuck

I told her she was ugly
And she laughed
I told her she was stupid
And she quoted some random poetry
That left my head spinning

I told her I was made of thorns and nettles
And she put on some gloves
I pushed her
And she pushed me back

I disappeared and found countless others
To sink myself into
All the while
Thinking of her

She is loads of fuckery and trouble
She is too much too fast

She is heat and touch and gentleness
All things I cannot afford

She is light and laughter
And I am a black pit of poison

I told her this
In an effort to save her
And she laughed
And said she was here to save me so bring it

I wear a pretty big sign
Across my chest
On my forehead
In my eyeballs

Do not trespass
Do not touch

And I don’t think she gives a fuck
But she better start


This poem is inspired by Dutch and Juma and is, in fact, in book two of The Keeper Series, JUMA. So for any of y’all reading this, it’s a teaser of what’s to come. Of course, I still have a ton to write, but it’s getting written, it’s happening, and it’s really fucking good. At least for me, the writer, it is – for any of you readers out there who like your romance simple and straight-forward, JUMA is going to have you in fits. But good fits…trust me on this one.

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