A Tale of Jenny and Margie Let me tell you about Jenny, just a little tale I heard. How the best of intentions don’t make a difference in the world when you’re half drunk and half dead and up since last Thursday. I can’t tell you how she got there – it’s illegal, but don’t worry. She made a decision to change things, so never … Continue reading Jenny and Margie, a busted up tale
The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir, Blamed me for the curse upon its head. Never will I forget the terror and Wreckage left ‘neath its pounding tread. I fled into the mountain’s mystery, Curtained beneath the broken stone. But it found me shaking in shadow, Revealed by the serpent’s clone. Howled, did I, and screeched, did it, As it trapped me beneath its towering form. … Continue reading The Bulbous Beast of Castle Boudoir
Perfection is only true of the imperfect. This is a concept that has been rattling around in my head since I was young. Let’s talk it out. Humans like to fight. They like to complain. They like to overcome. You may have heard of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. The model stipulates that people need certain things before they can even worry about other things. For … Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect
Hello my demon friends and foes. I’ve come to offer you this rose. Salty iron, red with love, Dripping beauty, tears, and blood. Death is dreaming, soon to waken. Life is barren and forsaken. Plead with me for scales unweighted. No judge blinded, decided, jaded. Within the world of whispers quiet, Without the verbal pulpit pilots, Where only pride is price to paupers, Patience cannot … Continue reading The Judge, a poem for the forsaken
There are days when I want to scream “Where am I going?!” In San Francisco, they have a fabulous trolley rail system. It keeps the trolley cars “on track”. I have often wished for a similar system in my life. Wouldn’t that be lovely? You leave your childhood, settle on your designated trolley rail, and life just… happens. I know, its not a very independent … Continue reading Where Are You Going?
Stand Strong I have a thought to call myself a princess Of a kingdom long since gone to rest. I have a thought to take to sleep and wander Through dreams of flowered fields and oceans vast. I have a thought to take these in a bottle And drink them down without a bit of bread. But thoughts of feasting cannot sate my hunger And … Continue reading Stand Strong, a poem
If you build it, Some will come to see. Some will come to mock. Some will come to worship. Some will come to knock it down. If you build it, Build it in your own style. Build it with confidence. Build it with inspiration. Build it strong. If you build it, Let it grow from you. Let it be your everything. Let it represent your … Continue reading Build
How did it get so late? Where did the day go? The weekend? The years? Why didn’t I plan to still be alive, living day to day to day in my forties? What could I have done if I had known? What career? What adventures? What savings? Who would I be if I had spent the last forty years planning to be forty five? Continue reading Late
What if words were bricks, Adding up through life, Stacked high together, The heavy and the light, To form a tower filled With babel to the sky? Would your tower stand tall, Or crumble before it’s time? Continue reading Bricks of Babel, a poem
Freedom is different than I once thought. When I thought of freedom, I thought of what I could gain by losing everything I have. Of leaving and starting new somewhere else. Of a life not bound by the restraints of work and bills and cleaning. But that’s not freedom. Freedom is getting to take flight without giving up your place to land. It’s having nothing … Continue reading Freedom
People make jewelry out of the strangest things. Beads made of clay or stone or gems. I used to have a bracelet made of lava and squirrel vertebrae. I loved that thing. This is a weird blog – I’m really not sure where I’m going with it. I’ve just been thinking about that bracelet. I miss it. It was supposed to help me avoid anger/stay … Continue reading Beads and Bones
I love how this cover turned out! I wasn’t sure… thought it might be too dark or dirty or unclear, but now that I see it in person… I love it! I’m so proud of this depressing little poetry book! Continue reading I Got My Copy!
Lucidity Lamb 