Monday, July 30, 2018

Balter


Balter

I
only balter
when I imbibe
w/ limbs akimbo
two ham-fisted
feet blundering
gawkily jutting
stiff-as-boards
hips & shoulders
& hen-necked
pecking to the
measure of bass
& drums
I only balter
when I imbibe
otherwise
I merely walk a
a basic straight
line but
when I imbibe
every movement
is inelegant
& terse
malapropos &
untoward
only
when I imbibe
I balter

***

The above photo was in my email from my writing prompt bud this morning. For poor dancer, it was fun to play with.

Excuse me while I balter right off the page …

In propinquity,
Nic

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

On A Yellow Legal Pad




On A Yellow Legal Pad

I have little patience for underdogs
& have made an ancillary vocation
of writing about it on a yellow legal
pad. Then, I also critique combative
pundits w/ playfully profane jibes &
use compassion to boost the intrigue.
You would not believe what I have
done behind the typewriter, breathed
life back into dead letters, crippled
souls, dismissed colorful anecdotes,
plagiarized, annotated gonzo action,
assembled assaults, executed orders,
rallied the troops, educed excitement,
splattered certainty, hollowed out the
sea, occupied a chair, unfolded fear,
invaded rival terrain, burned bridges
  … all while high on ethos. It’s how I
acquired admirers, groping for words
to define blood & bombs & bordellos.
I have little tolerance for curtains w/
scalloped edges, umbrella drinks, or
having to survey the distance among
things, shaping allegiance & verity.
Critical theory will likely be the death
of me. It all begins on a yellow legal
pad, all of it. And then the machine
swallows it whole – the quality of my
secrets laid bare for all to devour.

***

This poem kind of ran away from me and I had a ton of fun chasing it. My prompt pal likes to write on yellow legal pads. That fact caused me to launch into this ditty. It was a bit of a wild ride but arent’ they always? It’s worth the fear and faith to put a poem into the world.

In propinquity,
Nic




Tuesday, July 24, 2018

That's Entertainment



That’s Entertainment

an unreliable narrator
had an encounter w/ a
strange woman in a bar
& emerged unscathed
            hush

a fly-by-night relator
subtly tried to refract
onus after pestering a
gratified man to admit
            hush

an unscrupulous teller
attempts an alteration
to not revolve around
misfortunes of others
            hush

on the outside
looking in
every overture to the
language of
            small complex
stories

is mere
entertainment

a choose
your own
adventure
           

***

I thought about working on my ‘Sillyheart’ edit while I ate lunch today but I found myself pecking away at a poem.  Adam Baldwin added some new songs to a Spotify playlist and one of the gems was The Jam’s ‘That’s Entertainment’ – hence the title. I rolled a bunch of words around in my hands until I came up with the above.

I am also still working on a short story called ‘Corner Store’. It keeps bumping around in my brain so even with the edit on tap I have to follow through for Bertie and Mattie. I’ve got five pages written so far which is less than nothing but it is a beginning. It’s all in my head and yet I struggle to find the words. It’s terribly frustrating when you can see a story but it won’t land on the page.

Another heat wave has gripped the Maritime  and lack of sleep has me feeling a little queasy. I’m not one to complain too much about any weather anymore but I’m not enjoying the discomfort and the tossy turny nights. It makes me feel more stabby than poetic. Oh, the humidity. Stay cool.

In propinquity,
Nic


Tuesday, July 17, 2018

Thoroughly Good Women


Thoroughly Good Women
(for Mum and Ru)

it is
hard
to imagine
two
thoroughly
good women
hand in hand
at the end of a
delicate dance

still is my heart
instinct with love
while my friend
saves up her sleep
to keep quiet vigil
trying to remember
everything in the
universe is music
to sing us across a
jeweled encrusted
bridge
to a world without
end

it is
hard
to imagine
            two
thoroughly
good women
say goodbye
but then it is
really just a
new
beginning
w/ a grand staircase
of Italian granite to
climb

the earth will
remember her
b/c her name will
forever be
on the lips of those
who
celebrate her
while Angels
write
her name w/ white
fire across the night
sky

one
thoroughly
good woman will
look upward &           
smile
the other will gaze
down w/ wonder

both still in love
w/ the other
            eternally

***

A beloved friend recently lost her darling Mum. It took some time for me to find the right words to honour them both, their bond.

Her loss is just another stark reminder that nothing is promised and moments matter. Words matter. Actions matter most. Don’t wait. Love and profess and act now. Hard and deep enough that it reaches the warmest parts of you. Love is good. Connection. Affection.

Also, be kind to your parents. Please. Cherish them. Listen to them. Watch them. Learn. It’s of the utmost importance.

In propinquity,
Nic


Monday, July 16, 2018

Three Things



Three Things

there are
three things
you should
know about
me

I
have
a deep
hunger
for
metaphors

possess
a strong
virtue for
creativity

&

am often
guilty of
purposeful
delay

***

It’s been a good while since my bud offered up writing prompts. I got one this morning so I opted to abandon my unfinished crossword puzzle and peck. It felt good.

I have been wrestling with a new short-story lately. I’ve got about three pages down but my brain is full of fog and noise so it isn’t coming as fast as I’d like. I seem to lack focus. I’d blame it on summer but I wrote every single summer day with Sillyheart last year so I can’t use that excuse. I suppose it’s just me with my private junk. I need to figure out a way to re-commit to creativity beyond poetry. I’m grateful for the poems but I want the meat and guts of fiction, I’m yearning for it. Perhaps that’s the problem? Wanting it so badly? It’s difficult to ascertain.

This little ditty came quite easily this morning on my commute while holding my breath as a result of weed smokers with poor hygiene. How I miss the weekend.  

Happy Monday, folks!

In propinquity,
Nic



Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Graduation Toast


My darling girl, Hannah Holly, my whole heart, graduated high school last week. On holiday Monday, we gathered in her backyard for a casual barbecue and family hang to celebrate her accomplishments as well as her 18th birthday which falls on the 7th. I was tasked with writing and delivering her toast. It was emotional to compose and even more to relay it to her, aloud, assembled in a circle of people who love her deeply. I waffled a lot because I was trying not to cry and I kept losing my place and pace but out it came. Afterward, we raised our glasses to our best girl and tipped them up in joy.

And now, after the dust has settled and I have a spare moment to myself after getting back to work, I want to preserve the wisdom written for her here so that those who couldn't make it for whatever reason could at least partake in some small way.

Hannah's Graduation Toast 

You did it! You graduated high school. It must be a really proud moment for you. All of that hard work you have put in paid off and your rewards lie ahead. Chasing your dreams requires great effort, passion, and hard work – the best is truly yet to come.

I hope you take a moment to applaud yourself for all you have accomplished. It’s a no small feat. You graduated with honors and still managed to work at your job and play rugby – your strength and your perseverance is admirable. Imagine what you can do it with all of that fire moving forward?

You’ve reached a milestone that isn’t in any way related to growing up; it’s about being grown up. You have infinite potential to do amazing things with your life and this is where that sentiment holds true, on the precipice of all you’ve accomplished head long into all you’ve still got left to do.

It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that really matters. Ernest Hemingway said that. He’s right. It’s never really about where you are going; it’s about how you get there.

As you face this new chapter, allow your old sentimental auntie to impart a little wisdom that I hope will help you along:

·         Even in the most challenging of times please never forget that you have big beautiful voice and the power to enforce change. Never accept a seat at the table when you are capable of heading it.
·         The longest distance between two points is a shortcut. Wanting something immediately means you will most likely pay for it later. Be willing to work hard now and get your hands dirty. I promise you, it’ll make all the difference.
·         Please remember that you always have a choice, no matter the situation.
·         Be brave enough to say I’m sorry, or I love you, or I forgive you. They are human superpowers we all employ. They are important.
·         Only spend what you have.
·         Success is not measured by your job, your education, how much money you have or what kind of car you drive. Success is determined by who you are, how you treat others, and how you conduct yourself in times of adversity.
·         Embrace gratitude. Never forget those who helped you along the way and don’t look down on anyone unless you are helping them up.
·         Combine your confidence with a desire to make the world a better place for you and your fellow man.
·         Surround yourself with people who remind you how amazing you are and avoid those whose only aim is to discredit you. In the famous words of Michelle Obama, “When they go low, we go high.”
·         Life as I’m sure you already know doesn’t follow a carefully thought out plan. Be prepared for the unexpected. Celebrate the highs and don’t forget to ask for help during the lows. It’s okay to fall and fail and reach out. That’s how you continue to grow.
·         Be kind. Especially to yourself, love you. Your primary goal in being a grown up, to be able to navigate this crazy, often times unjust world, is to care for yourself first, so you can do good for others and arrive to where you want to go with wisdom, courage, and a happy heart.

Congratulations to you on your graduation day, my love. You are awesome. You are wonderful. You are strong. You are powerful. And, you are going places. Believe it. We do. As always, you did us proud. Go forth, make good choices, be brave, count your blessings often, and don’t forget to take a moment every now and then to look around and marvel at all the goodness in the world. Kiss the joy as it flies.

Love you forever.

***

Still gets me in the feels reading it back now. I'm sure it always will. Love is awesome. 

In propinquity,
Nic