Tag Archive: writing

April 13, 2017   /   by Jyllian M   /   , , ,

Walking Slowly Forward

Walking Slowly Forward

I don’t know why I can’t do things I enjoy. They have to have a purpose (like putting things away–I enjoy that AND it achieves something necessary). Not just BE the purpose.

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February 25, 2017   /   by Jyllian M   /   , , ,

Just write

Just write

I know the way to be a writer is to write. I’ve told that to students. I used to write every day. Somewhere along the line, survival took over. I was working full time and going to school full time. I lived in a tiny apartment in a kinda bad neighborhood in San Francisco with […]

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February 20, 2017   /   by Jyllian M   /   , , , ,

BLESTe BE Ye MAN Yt SPARES THES STONES

BLESTe BE Ye MAN Yt SPARES THES STONES

I love graveyards. Cemeteries. Boneyards. Cities of the Dead. They are quiet. There is a story for every stone or monument. You can visit for a conversation or just to be. I don’t think I want my body to be buried–though that has always interested me. If I could have, I would have been a […]

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I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. ~Jack Kerouac

I’ve done it again. I’ve done it repeatedly . I don’t know what to write about because what I would like to write about I can’t. It isn’t a good idea to write about work. It just isn’t. However much I wish I could have written about all the interesting things that have occurred at […]

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Age

Suddenly I just discovered, these are my hands and they have always been. Torn cuticles, ridges. They were mine as I  wasn’t chosen to cheer, was chosen to debate and now as I hold a friend, a child, a husband and type another endless endless complaint or behave a bit of ether.   These are […]

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October 19, 2012   /   by Jyllian M   /   , ,

Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder. Paul Valery

Two dangers constantly threaten the world: order and disorder. Paul Valery

  Everything in its Place I want a clean and orderly place to sit and think, or make a thing. I want an unstained and fur free couch to watch The Doctor or turn a page. I want an unmuddled and chaos free desk to sit and write  or play at being a movie maestro. […]

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Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. ~Toni Morrison

Grown don’t mean nothing to a mother. A child is a child. They get bigger, older, but grown? What’s that suppose to mean? In my heart it don’t mean a thing. -Toni Morrison, Beloved Emily’s Valkyrie Hey my girl, My moppet, my colt, my brilliant amazing daughter I need you to know from your toes […]

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It was a dark and stormy nightmare ~ Neil Gaiman

Teeth I have to wake up My own voice is talking to the me in the mirror WAKE UP, as I stare at bloody teeth, falling away streaming barely held screams from a rotting mouth. This isn’t real but I feel hands on my face Turn and feel something holding me to the ground. I […]

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Think where man’s glory most begins and ends, and say my glory was I had such friends. William Butler Yeats

What I Always Mean to Say Your way of catching light ending the day or dew on yellow petals takes my breath away. Your steady hand with bees, incomprehensible alien creatures nurtured into sharing their sweetness is astonishing. Your fierce motherhood is both the far away whistle and the train making a way through their […]

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When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran

Of course I don’t Of course I don’t wonder what she would have been like now just entering kindergarten. Blonde hair or darker? Tall or would she have been a little short lady. Of course I don’t consider if he would have been bookish like we are or muddy and laughing. Cars to play with […]

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Haiku Halloween

  Halloween coming The darkness falls now Still not soon enough I love Halloween It is the only night ever We are not that strange The veil is drawn taut I feel them near to me now Lost family, friends Well there’s some Halloween Haiku for you. I’ve got a movie going up on youtube […]

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October 13, 2012   /   by Jyllian M   /   , ,

Protected: Politics have no relation to morals. Niccolo Machiavelli

Protected: Politics have no relation to morals. Niccolo Machiavelli

There is no excerpt because this is a protected post.

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Silence is a source of great strength. Lao Tzu

It isn’t You. I want to be left alone. No sound but my own breath, No touch but my own hands holding the sides of my vibrating head. I don’t want to speak, to reassure or sympathize or solve. I don’t want to move to fold, sweep or rearrange. I just want to stop for […]

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A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. Thomas Carlyle

The other side of the Rainbow I won’t just hope or wait for the day when I can see your registry and change my mind three times over what present I want you both to keep from me for years. I won’t just hope or wait for the day when I can see you exchange […]

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A seriously sad cinquain (or two)

I generally don’t go for many forms of poetry other than the haiku. I was forced to write Sonnets way back, and a sestina oh and and an ode…that list could go on and on. And I found out it made me angry. I love READING those things, reading nearly any kind of poetry–though I’ve […]

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October 9, 2012   /   by Jyllian M   /   , ,

If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company. Jean-Paul Sartre

If you are lonely when you’re alone, you are in bad company. Jean-Paul Sartre

Night Sounds The entire house sighs. The day has ended for child, cats, husband is ending for me. But I hold on for a few minutes of no dishes clattering, no dryer bleating the call to hang up shirts no rattle of papers to read, initial here, agree to volunteer to. No groan of office […]

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Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of overcoming it.~Helen Keller

It. being 8   It started before 8 and after 8 a.m and after 8 pm   and it went all day and it crushed my wings and broke my bones.   It kept me from sleep and sent me to bed unable to stand.   It left me outside and locked the door. It […]

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Kiss me in the anodyne ~Psychedelic Furs

Her   Anarchy jacket, Fierce rooster hair sharp features and sharper gestures cutting the air and stopping to stare I met you and I think fell in a kind of love.   I learned about running around corners fast so we couldn’t be caught, airplanes taking off of streets at midnight and  what is a […]

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