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Fugitive Prose

A long time ago, back in the before-times of 2008, bon vivant and author-around-town John Scalzi issued a challenge to authors to post their one-star reviews.  Many did, and as you can imagine, hilarityensued.

In that spirit, I’d like to offer up my new all time favorite bad review.  This one is for Bad Radio:

As I read this I was reminded of some books from the 50s and 60s. It was superficial, the characters had outlandish powers, the guys – to a man (there were no female ‘bad guys) – were nasty, had massive protective body gear, and were easily beaten by unusually intelligent amateurs. Untested space technology allowed them to build huge ‘flying saucers’ in order to fly off to create a new human colony on some planet far away. Give me a break!

I have to say, the bit about space technology and…

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{January 1, 2017}   2011:Lessons Learned

It’s been a long time – but – I love this.

And this guy.

Fugitive Prose

2011 was grand.  I didn’t plan it that way, and I certainly didn’t expect it to take the turns that it did, but looking back I have to say that overall it was pretty friggin’ sweet.  I had a few successes, some of them in spite of myself, and that was cool.  But most importantly, I learned some things that I badly needed to learn.  Here’s what 2011 taught me:

Do It Now

I wish I could do that, but I just don’t have time.  2011 was the year I learned to quit using that phrase.  The truth is, 99% of us really do have the time to do cool things, what we don’t have is the ability to make it a priority.  In my case it was writing novels, but it could have been anything.  Learn an instrument, be an activist, do more with the family, whatever.  When I…

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{December 12, 2016}   Zen & the Art of Living Deeply

Something to think about…

Creative by Nature

“With traditional arts in Asia much emphasis is put on long-term practice and effort, so as to reach continuously higher levels of skill development. There is a deeper character training happening as well, to reduce the ego’s voice, let go of fears, cultivate mindfulness, increase gratitude and live more fully in the present moment.” ~Christopher Chase

tea ceremony ichi go

Cultivating a Beginner’s Mind

Beginner’s Mind is a phrase from Japanese Zen teacher Shunryu Suzuki’s book, Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind. He uses it to describe an approach to life that is empty of preconceptions and egotism, yet very mindful.
 
“In Japan we have the phrase shoshin (初心), which means “beginner’s mind.” The goal of practice is always to keep our beginner’s mind… This [means] an empty mind and a ready mind. If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything; it is open to everything. In the beginner’s mind…

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{October 29, 2016}   Academia, Love Me Back

My name is Tiffany Martínez. As a McNair Fellow and student scholar, I’ve presented at national conferences in San Francisco, San Diego, and Miami. I have crafted a critical reflection piece that w…

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{March 2, 2015}   The Distant Ethereal

Another of my faves by a great budding writer!

Causal Philosophy

I seek illusions.

Wishing to be a dreamer,

But now I can’t sleep. ?

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{February 20, 2015}   Daybreak

This is written by one of my favorite people in the UNIVERSE, my son. He is shaping up to be a wonderful writer, and putting me to shame. You should really check this out, give him a follow if you’re of a mind. 💜❤️🎈❤️😎

Causal Philosophy

The world has since rejected you,

and you feel you have no place.

But I shall stand beside you,

should hatred show its face.

I too, have braved this pain

and understand your sorrow-

for torment that tortures me at night

waits for me tomorrow.

I know now that some need a glow

to guide them in the night.

should something come between us,

I will stand by you and fight.

When apart, we are discouraged.

We are too bleak to know

that when we are together,

the air begins to glow.

So when you bear the world’s rejection,

when you cannot find your way,

we lost souls will protect you,

and bring the light of day.

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Today, a doctor told me
That it may be advisable
For me to go somewhere
“For a few days”
To
Rest.

“Mental exhaustion”
Brought on by physical pain.
That was her diagnosis.
After 15 years?
Really?

Seems like I was more
Exhausted when my kids
Were babies,
But I’m no doctor.

I politely declined her
Invitation to a straight jacket.
And spent the rest of the day
Crying.
And sleeping.

But mostly, crying.

NOW I’m exhausted.
I don’t believe that
I’m crazy.
(And I don’t think SHE
Believes it, either
.)

But, after so long,
It may be possible
That I’m exhausting HER.
She can’t help,
And she HAS tried.

All that’s left is to
Grasp at straws.
And gods know,
My head is full of THAT.
So–

Now,
I am resting.
Not well,
Not happily.
But I’m doing it.

I would rather listen
To my son play music,
Or tell me about new games.
Hear my daughter rant
and tootle her flute.

Or my other son yell
At League of Legends
And play trombone.
And if you have ever listened
To trombone scales –

You KNOW that
Means I would rather do
ANYTHING.
(Enforced rest
Is stressful.
)

I want to go to a concert
And dance until I fall down.
Sing at the top of my lungs
Until someone asks me
To
Quiet
Down.

But lying here,
Doing nothing.
It WILL
Be the thing that drives me
Over
The
Edge.

I miss me.
I wonder where
I’ve gotten to.
If you see me,
Let me know.

~sll
2/11/2015

With sincere apologies to everyone who depends on me, and to my doctor, who I actually love like an old friend…



{February 7, 2015}   For Myndi, who “gets” me…

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On occasions when
your friends consider you “off”
we have each other.

~sll
2/7/2015
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{February 7, 2015}   Board games

All my boys playing
games together and laughter
rings throughout the house.

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{February 3, 2015}   Abiogenesis

For those that don’t know me–I don’t usually dream at all. I mean, really, almost NEVER. Since I’ve had pneumonia for the last (almost) three weeks, I have been. But they are all nightmares in one form or another.

I am hoping that writing it out will help me to understand, and let it go.

Also – most of my posts are poetry, or attempts at it. I have been challenged to write at least one poem a day for the next year by my husband. He is a dedicated author, with excellent work ethic- something I am sorely lacking. So I’m trying very hard.

This is not today’s poem.

Thank you all for your encouragement and support this first month, I really appreciate it! If you want to interpret my dream for me – I’m all ears. 🙂

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My dreams last night were wondrous confusing.
Upsetting, even.
While I slept,
My mind conjured
An old sofa.
One actually I’ve seen before,
In an apartment.
Mine.
When I was
Seventeen.

This seating was different
Because it was creating
Babies.
Not human ones–

Kittens, duckies, and baby chicks.

In my dream
Feeding was a problem.
One eye dropper, fifty
Kittens.
No clue what
Baby ducks or chicks eat.
Or how to feed them.
Do they need to stay warm?
How warm?

Siouxsie has no idea.

As the sofa continued
To produce more and more
Little helpless lives
I try to keep up.
And I wonder if destroying
The couch will stop
The process.
I also am deeply
Distressed by the idea
That if I do annihilate
It, I have somehow killed
Future baby animals.

There are people
All around.
But no one seems to care
At all.
They walk past,
Some glare.
I think because it was
Very loud.
A cacophony, if you will.

Tiny mouths to feed
Little bodies needing
Motherly contact.
And me, with
Nothing to give.
Looking desperately
For help
Or ideas.
None were forthcoming.

So I just kept
Putting kittens into boxes
Filled with my old clothes.
The chicks and ducks
Ran in circles, or
Sat in one spot
Loudly demanding–
something?

I was awakened abruptly
By one of my three dogs
Demanding to be fed.
I got myself up
And began the process.
Feed the dogs,
Let them out.
Make food for
Real kids.
Feed the cat,
Change her water.
Check the bunny cage,
Make sure he has food.
Give him a treat.

Still have no idea what the dream meant.
(Sigh.) It turns out, I’m not that insightful.

-sll
2/3/2015

These are the REAL babies who “need” me.

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