Writing Into Dust Devils


“I feel ungrounded. No poems to read. No pictures to ruminate over.” One of my good reader friends complained on May 2 after NaPoWriMo was over. When I stopped posting.

Hay, NaPoWriMo is over. No more poems for you.

But then, his unease started sinking in and reflecting how I was feeling. I realized. I feel ungrounded too. No picture to create, no poem to wonder into being. My life is off.

Only half of why I write is enough to keep me writing for the rest of my life. To stop writing wondering painting the reasons the wonders is to die. The other half of the reason I write is unrest or energy swirling, mind dust devils curiosity and ravenous hunger to ride to learn to grow to tell stories to inhabit stories.

Postaday on WordPress is still here though NaPoWriMo is over. So even though I can’t get the Postaday badge to stick on here and it seems a little contrived, I need the stucture to write and hope now. A game to ride the beautiful bucking swirling dust devils into ink seahorses to frolic on the page for you. Because I need to.

Weekly Photo Challenge and Weekly Discover Challenge also keep me wondering and going there admiring the world. Admiring the world keeps me close to the wind and tight woven with the magic of gratitude so they enchant this mysterious rodeo.

I hope you have as much fun reading as I do writing. I love the ride. I love you guys.

Do People In Memory Realms Have Feelings?



Is kicking people’s ass in my realm of Memory  still human abuse?

I have assigned roles noted characters picked the bad guys in the plot in my mind realm. Since a hero in any story is only as amazing as the anti-hero of a story is vicious, does my inner dialogue need villans? Cuz these stories I play in here feel horribly wonderful.

I control this realm and I wanna do something about horrible people and be fabulous.  You know, deal out just what-fors to all the asses living in my mind’s holograph.  To rescue myself and put things right.

Is it wrong to beat up evil people, living or dead, in my mind?

Yeah, it’s unhealthy to beat myself up. I get that now. Gotta love yourself. What about everyone else though?  The bad guys for example. I don’t gotta love them. Ha!

Are these meanies victims now if I trash them in my mind blame them judge em? Can dead people be victims too? And if not everyone who do I get to beat up on?

I got a story to weave then to replay so I know I’m a decent person. To sence who I am relative to them others. How do I acquire one of these wonderful vicious evil guys so I can be truly great without committing acts of violence and being violent myself, I wonder. How else do I make life interesting.

Is it still wrong to judge and blame historical figures in the privacy of my own personal mind?

Are the really bad people I blame for all the bad stuff happening, you know, so bad I get carte blanch to eww them?

Is blaming and judging them mean or unhealthy? What if they deserve it?

What if I stop?

Then what?



First Drawer



It has an ugly cow on it in yucky orange

But all my stuff fits in it

The bottom is hard

But I can carry it

Big words on it are not my name

Like I thought

But All my shirts and pants fit in

The yucky cow is dumb

But it has handles on it

I want a pretty cow

But the zipper zips

And all my stuff fits

I can carry it

It’s all mine

Zip zip zip