Go on. Try it.

Maybe start with a word. The most lovely word. Your favourite, in fact.

Describe its colours. Describe its sound. Tell us about the music it forms in your mind.

Set that paragraph into a context. A scene. A moment. A memory.

Put someone in that context. Maybe you, maybe not-you. Maybe not a person at all.

What do they do? Do they paint those palettes you created? Do they sing the music you wrote? Does their voice sound like that word? Do they reverberate with the same frequency?

What emotions do they have? Are they that of your word, or are they reactionary? What are their thoughts? Do they share your love of your word?

Think about the world they live in, a world of your word. In an instantaneous moment, it sprang forth from a seed that you cultivated. Are you not a god in this act of creation?

You have created from nothing, in defiance of all the known laws of the universe.

How mighty you are, how powerful and wise.

Carry this knowledge of your strength, your wisdom, and your vision, in a special place within you.

Draw upon it in your hour of need, and nurture it in your times of triumph. Keep it hidden, but easily accessed. The world you inhabit fears the dark, but it fears the light even more. We praise it in its absence but seek in terror to snuff it out in its presence.

Guard your light. Guard your nugget of truth. So that you can share of it with the world, linking it up to all your infinities.

The wind howls, but the sails are still
Stiffened in the inescapable chill
Rigging once full of avian cries
Now just cloth encrusted with ice

Creaking wood moans low under the wind
Trapped and left with nothing to defend
In the bowels, straps and bars and manacles
On the prow, a sculpture encrusted with barnacles

Her crew is gone, alone she drifted
Untold eons since her sails were lifted
Her resting place is no captain’s fault
For he’s just bones encrusted with salt

The captain sits upon his throne
An eternal vigil, all alone
He stayed with the ship, followed all the rules
Stayed to guard treasures encrusted with jewels

One day she’ll stop resisting the call
And into her marine lover’s arms she’ll fall
He’ll devour her body, she’ll be lost to history
Her captain, his treasures, his hubris, encrusted with algae

via Daily Prompt: Encrusted

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Make sure you use the appropriate pencil
Don’t draw freeform, use this stencil
Armed police keep you safer than a fence will
Dress for Jesus, and don’t be sinful
We don’t want you led astray, we’ll blur out those pixels
That’s a fire hazard, now take down that tinsel
There’s a war on Christmas, it’s as clear as crystal
Remember, it’s not hate if it’s official
You don’t need medicine, just take fish oil
Always respect authority; it’s just that simple
You should love America; we’ve the biggest missile
Stop and Frisk isn’t profiling if they’ve always got a pistol
Learn to respond promptly at a bell or whistle
Children should always be polite and cheerful
Never talk back, protest, nor so much as bristle
No matter what, your clothes and skin mustn’t wrinkle
You need to compromise; we won’t meet you in the middle

Now forget everything you’ve learned; we’ve a fire to kindle

via Daily Prompt: Lecture

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Be wilder:
Baby girl please don’t age; you’re so pretty
Be wilder:
Pretend you’re a ballerina
Be wilder:
But be nicer to Tina
Be wilder:
One day you’ll travel the planet
Be wilder:
Make a wish; the candles are lit
Be wilder:
But don’t rip your new dress
Be wilder:
Only a good girl can be a princess
Be wilder:
The world is your pearl

Be wilder:
You should dress like a girl
Be wilder:
Don’t get mud on your knees
Be wilder:
Wear a crown of daisies
Be wilder:
Dance beside the campfire
Be wilder:
But don’t arouse his desire
Be wilder:
Don’t you want him to like you?
Be wilder:
Stop reading; there’s no time to
Be wilder:
Life’s too short to care about grades

Be wilder:
We’re gonna hit the raves
Be wilder:
Grow your hair out long
Be wilder:
Put your lipstick on
Be wilder:
Hell yeah, six inch heels
Be wilder:
You’ll be hell on wheels
Be wilder:
But no, not like that
Be wilder:
You look like you’ve got the clap
Be wilder:
Less like a used up city tramp
Be wilder:
More like the girl from summer camp
Be wilder:
Might as well, you’re getting old

Be wilder:
Now no one minds your belly roll
Be wilder:
Wear clashing colours
Be wilder:
Go outside in your rollers
Be wilder:
Hit on men you pass in the street
Be wilder:
They’re no threat when you’re no treat
Be wilder:
Cause you know life is short
Be wilder:
Get drunk in Miami airport
Be wilder:
You’re free now, we’re moving on to your child

Be wilder:
Live as wide as a country mile
Be wilder:
Learn from my mistakes
Be wilder:
Don’t listen to those ‘girl power’ fakes
Be wilder:
Don’t accept ‘boys will be boys’
Be wilder:
You can play with army toys
Be wilder:
Get dirty, be loud, fill your own space
Be wilder:
I was given a small taste
Be wilder:
They want you in a cage, but it doesn’t have to be.

via Daily Prompt: Bewildered

cavity social poem

like the one in your chest
just because they said you were resisting arrest
like the ones in your teeth
leading to extraction cause you can’t afford to treat
like the ones that get searched
by the ones that never put your dignity first
like the way your stomach feels
when you gotta choose between your rent and your meals
like the one violated
by somebody who said they loved you, but couldn’t be sated
like the growing divide
between knowing they told the truth, and knowing they lied

via Daily Prompt: Cavity

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[I wrote this to try my hand at the ‘listicle’ format that seems to be so incredibly popular these days.]

In-laws have a very bad reputation, mostly thanks to Hollywood. But while there are some devilish, evil monsters masquerading as in-laws out there, most of them really aren’t so awful. I’ve met a lot of parents, and with the exception of one, they all loved me. What happened to that one, you ask? I fought her son at school and won. However, I’ve also had two sets of in-laws. One fell into the stereotypical, diabolical beast category, but my current ones are lovely, a real delight to be around. And they both had one thing in common–they thought I was pretty neat.


I’ve always had an easy time making good impressions. I have a wide range of interests I can speak about, and know enough about history to actually know what older people are talking about. This is mainly because I’ve always been mediocre at lots of things and masterful at few, but if you have to meet your significant other’s parents/family, research is your friend. And don’t give me advanced notice excuses. In today’s society, you just pop off to the loo and Google whatever you have to. If you do have advance notice, that’s much better. There’s a few things I’ve found really tickle in-laws.

1. Dress conservatively.

Yeah, I know, you’re a rebel, a free spirit, you’re gonna live as free as your hair, etc. Fine. Just rein it in for the in-laws. Trust me, they’re baby boomers, and they partied harder than whatever you did in the name of YOLO. My dad accidentally partied with the Rolling Stones once. Long story short, they won’t be impressed with how random and crazy you are. What they might be impressed with is that you somehow managed to find something at H&M that could be worn to an office interview. So put the sweater kittens away, leave the bullet belt in the closet, and make sure you can actually bend over in your skirt without moving things firmly into NC-17 territory. That doesn’t mean you can’t be sexy for your significant other. Pencil skirts are the perfect way to show off your ass, and as ZZ Top so elegantly put it, “every girl crazy ‘bout a sharp dressed man”.


2. Know how to cook well.

Even if it’s just one dish. One item. Know how to make one thing really well. Could just be brownies, or something as complicated as a lasagna. The sad thing is, you’re probably off to a disadvantaged start. They’re not impressed with you, and you’re sullying their offspring. It’s just biology; they’re programmed to approach with caution. But if you can show them that you’re capable of more than Hot Pockets, they’ll be really pleased. They’ll be amazed that you took the time, effort, and money to provide a dish, and when it’s a huge hit, they’ll be singing your praises. And it doesn’t even need to be fancy. Chicken parmigiana works well, or even a nice summer borscht(though heads up–beets stain everything you know and love).


3. Help in the kitchen if you can.

So maybe you don’t have anything decent to wear, and all you know how to make in the kitchen is charcoal and misery.


That’s okay, you can still win over your significant other’s parents by helping in the kitchen. The majority of first time meetings will centre around a meal, and if you hop up and offer to help clear the table or do some washing up, rather than belching and leaning out of the way to let Nan take your dish away, you’ll look like a real catch. It shows some sense of responsibility, and respect for your elders. Also it’ll help you work off that extra portion of mashed potatoes, which will please your partner, usually.

4. Don’t slag off your partner in front of them.

Some of you have to be right. You don’t suffer fools, and you happen to be shagging one on a semi-permanent basis. Don’t inform them that they’re an idiot in front of their folks. That’s their precious baby, and if your partner’s an only child, there’s a good chance their parents’ sun rises and sets with them.


So if this partner says something that’s ridiculous or incorrect, try to have some tact in correcting them. Wait until you can pull them aside for a moment, or act mildly surprised(“Oh, really? I was sure it was ___!”) and suggest something else.

5. Have something interesting to say.

And keep it clean, especially if Nan is about. It’s better if what you have to talk about is something they can relate to, but if you can at least explain it to them so they can follow you, that’s still better than falling dumb under their scrutinising gaze.


As I said before, you’re probably at a disadvantage here, and they might have trouble understanding why their darling golden child is wasting their time and money on you. This is your chance to make them see what an amazing person you are. Talk about your studies, and what you hope to make of them. Talk about a chance meeting with a celebrity. Just talk about something…

6. But don’t bring up sensitive subjects.

You know which ones I’m talking about. Religion, politics, abortion, civil rights, those things. Trust me, I know what it’s like to feel like you’re ‘behind enemy lines’. I lived with two family members who thought Fox News was the gospel truth. I work with people who parrot Glenn Beck. It just takes a certain amount of patience. Sometimes you have to deal with those people who just have to bring it up. If you can keep it civil, great, but I typically find it’s best to just nod and make non-committal comments until you can safely change the subject.

And lastly…

7. Remember why you’re doing this.

Chances are, to win over your in-laws, you’re going to have to agree to some viewpoints you don’t like(or at least not actively fight them), possibly cook for these people, and carry on painstaking conversations filled with lies and embellishment.


It sounds like hell, and it may end up being just that, but think about why you’re there. You’re there because your partner sees a future with you, and wants you to be a part of their family. Isn’t that nice? Someone cares about you and loves you enough that they want to show you off to people whose opinions probably matter a great deal to them.

So don’t humiliate them by showing your ass at every opportunity, literally or metaphorically.

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