ClementinesLeaning, swaying, or upright,More Like This
She wore the same expression,
Gurgling over the rims
Of plastic red cups,
Laughter smudged across her lips.
She was a wonder,
All blonde curls and curves,
And an inconsequential thing
To be crumpled and tossed beside
The waste basket, now
Perched on a ratty couch’s arm.
She is envisaged by all who had had her
And hadn’t had her yet.
They’d all heard stories,
But those sordid faerie tales were decaying—
Overripe clementines already discarded
By a tree whose branches whipped around in anger
And scorn at the oozing juices.
She may have stood of bark and leaves,
Which trembled sometimes,
But she was alive.
A smug parasite with his buddies,
Grouped like a swarm of termites around the keg.
Their loud mouths pumped up their chests,
Swallowing each other’s hot air.
He scuttles over to her, the easiest picking-tree.
But he is sent away when her bark howls and bears its teeth.
Now she is bitch, but she is growing new stori
My love eats cliches for breakfastMy love eats clichés for breakfast.More Like This
While I sit in my worn pjs and eat my chocolate cereal,
He smiles sleepily at me and pours into his bowl:
a trickle of “tried and true”,
a splash of “sink or swim”
that spills on the table,
a dose of “another day, another dollar”,
and deep in the cupboard he gets
that always hard to find “out of sight, out of mind”.
He makes a plate of scrambled “don’t put all your eggs in one basket”
with an “in a jiffy” smothered in peanut butter
and slaps on some juicy “bring home the bacon” on the side.
He sips from his mug of “wake up and smell the coffee”.
His eyes open wide and he spits it out.
I give him a questioning smirk; he tells me it is too bitter.
He ladles in some “spoons full of sugar help the medicine go down.”
That goofy smile I love is back.
About time for my annual journal update..! orzHope everyone's been keeping well!More Like This
I realise over the years I've gotten increasingly shite at managing my DA 'routine'. Quite frankly I find myself balacing my time with my client work, teaching endeavour(which is turning out to be a really fulfilling new chapter in life) and working on side projects that I actually find it increasingly difficult to sit down and respond to comments here like I used to. Its always been a thing of mine to respond as much as possible and I still aspire to do so when I can, but I guess I'm in a pretty frantic pace of life at the moment. And I hope that my lack of replies do not come off as apathy or worse. I enjoy reading all the comments and critique and am thankful for your time in letting me know how you feel about the work in general. Especially for my work on hardcore IP like 40K... the level of 'fangasm' as I call it never c