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Revamp

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After a short (very short) amount of deliberation, I've decided to dedicate this blog solely for the purpose of elevating poetry and poetics in an attempt to garner participation and interest. The following is an unpublished piece about Sons of Anarchy. Ode To Samcro You are rugged, wind whistled leather kuttes. That strike fear in the hearts of outsiders. But love in your locals. Dirt, conflict and time strewn into the grooves, the patches proudly  tainted with mayhem stains.  Samcro born out of unity, brotherhood rising from soldiers together in the Asian jungle. Solution simple. Don't fit into the world anymore? Create your own. You are the protective arm of Charming. Full of warmth and affectionate breezes.  The keeper of your secrets and deeds. Its heartbeat the throb of your Harleys  that flow to the green and white chain link fence.  The MC still standing,  through the passage of years, blood, wars and wildness. Some faces changing but the mark remai...

Retraction of Prior Title

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  I literally looked up and it's been more than a month since my last post, to which the only thing I have to say is.... That was not, nor has it ever been my intention to leave that much of  a gap in this new (or semi-new) endeavor. But I've said all of that to say I no longer hate planks, yet I don't love them either. You see, several things have happened since my last post. Last week, for the first time I was able to get up off the floor by myself! It may not seem like a big deal, but for someone like me; who usually avoided the floor at all costs and considered getting up off the floor with massive amounts of dread, it's EVERYTHING. *************** Attended an online open mic I haven't been to in a while. Tallgrass Writers Guild which is usually on the fourth Saturday of each month. Despite all the possibilities of technical glitches, I must say I love the convenience of it all. Attending an open mic without having to leave the house with clothing optional (from...

I Don't Mind Working Out, But I Hate Planks

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  Yes, I said it. I hate all kinds of planks - Basic, Side, Full, Spiderman. I almost didn't go workout yesterday because of the dread I had of doing them. TRYING to do them, because I can't. So, I went but the first thing I said was that I'm not doing anything floor related. Wednesday filled me with frustration as I spent most of floor exercise time laying on the floor because the only thing I could do was the pelvic thrusts. This? No. Nah, not this either. I could only do this, but with my stomach touching the floor - But these, FORGET it! And even though I shouldn't be annoyed that I was the only one that couldn't do them, I was. I know everyone's fitness levels are different as I had to keep reminding myself that Rome wasn't built in a day. But part of me began to think about how I'm in my third month of working out consistently but I have nothing so show for it. My stomach, the beloved 'problem area' is the same as it was when I started in M...

Publication and Inspiration

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 As I promised on Instagram, the following is my second poem published this month by 'Down in the Dirt' entitled 'Getting Older.' Getting Older It doesnโ€™t stampede amid the horn blows of a cavalry charge. It sneaks up like a  ninja upon enemy territory. Health issues, laying dormant for many years; suddenly  arise. Parading themselves out of various abysses of untold depths. The body and the self-two separate entities that, after co-existing happily in youth - now  violently go their separate ways. (end) As of this writing, I've always considered myself at peace with getting older. But nevertheless, there are a few details in that act that require being recognized. Please note whatever I may add here is only the beginning of a list that would be too long to place here. - memory loss - creaking knees - skin changes among other things. This isn't a complaining list, nor a complain blog. It's simply an acknowledgement of things in my life at any given moment. O...

A Full Ten Days After My First Karaoke Event

 After the flyer was posted at work a good three weeks in advance, I went to my first karaoke event. I've NEVER BEEN - in truth I haven't done a lot of things because of my prior housewife-eternally-bound-by-home-and-spouse-existence. This event appeared before I even acknowledged the fact I've never gone to one. Because it rained on and off during the day, many people who said they were going to be there didn't show up. As I get out earlier, I got there about thirty minutes before  everyone else. Then the fun began. The bar was pretty full of people looking to  let off steam that built up during the week, myself included. That whole week, I debated as to whether I should pick my song(s) in advance and rehearse. But in the end just decided to go with the flow. Someone did "You Oughta Know" - everyone's screaming it at the top of their lungs. A great song. Same for "The End of The Road" - something about drinking and music inexplicably goes togeth...

Something I Thought I'd Never Say....

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  I love exercise. Wait, that sounds kind of weird. I'm at the point where I  don't completely hate exercise. Yes, that's much more realistic. After working out a whopping two times in January and five times in February, I finished March with eleven workouts. One short of the original twelve I planned for  myself, only because one week I had two events planned back-to-back so I skipped one (inserted dramatic gasp here).  This is what I do, Zumba. The class is literally down the street in my neighborhood,  I try to go three times a week; hoping to get in shape by the summer. April is my  second month and I've realized a couple of things - 1. I have to 'skip a day' between workouts. Doing them two days together is excellent; only if I want to feel like I'm  dying. 2. I drink a half cup of coffee before starting to give myself an energy boost during a time of day I'm usually pooped. 3. Icy Hot on the knees; just as a precaution. I've tried working out a...

Late But on Time

  I really didn't plan on posting this late, honest. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I guess I got sidetracked with the brutality of filing my taxes, FINALLY. Now that it's out of the way, I can get back to the regular things. Last week, I went to two events - Alonzo Bodden at The Den Thursday and a regular poetry circle Saturday. I haven't seen a comedy show since I saw George Lopez at the Chicago Theatre. The Den is a much smaller venue, similar to Evanston Space but a little bigger. There's something about smaller venues that I love, maybe it's the intimacy of them. At the circle, I've been there before but last year. Now the time slot is later; 2pm to 4pm instead of Noon to 2pm. I don't mind, it makes no difference to me. As of lately, I'm really liking workshops more because they help me produce work I'd never think of if I were in the house. Open Mics give me ideas, but the workshops help me implement them before going home. We were handed a poem and told to recall a prior...