It's November. I can believe it, even if I don't want to. I haven't blogged in about 4 months.
Recap:
- School started in August--1st time history teacher, teaching in a pandemic in some aftermath of summer racial protest
- Working from home with family. Bounced between having a three year old and one year old at home while I was working.
- Financial issues as only working one job, and depending on book sales.
- Worked on various marketing strategies for book; ie book reviews, articles written about book, personal videos on IG, Facebook, & Twitter, ads through Facebook--still not a bestseller
- Inconsistent #vss365 writings
- On hiatus with Wherdzmyth magazine, however did write one article last month
- Felt need to write creative post
So yes, has been a busy bit of time for life. Teaching is not an easy job. Do I enjoy it more than working at the mental hospital?--absolutely do! Do I miss really focusing on writing, developing stories, or creating marketing materials for books?--absolutely do!
Because I started back doing some #vss365 writings and posting them on Instagram and other places, I thought, meh, what the hell--go 'head and do a blog post too. So this work is from 10/31, and has a bit of a halloween feel, but not totally. Please enjoy the ranting creativity of the word #danger.
#Danger, danger
like Things Stranger,
Penny It’s is rising
from Hell’s grip—
& Nightmares masks
are manufactured on Elm
as sharpened gloves
remain on charred helms
It’s the 31st so quench
your thirst w/the blood
from infected innocents
@ your door
#vss365 #danger
I initially posted this piece on Twitter, and thought I'd get a good response. Not that I was seeking hard for a good response. But I thought it was a good piece for Halloween and a bit clever. However, I was wrong. Not a real big response. And speaking of Twitter, I haven't been getting a much in the way of engagement from them as late. So it may get lowered on the social media food chain so to speak.
The next two are blog exclusives!
The voices are
waking
placing my safety
in #danger
As sitting still or
sleeping becomes impossible
in this pre-manic state,
I want to swallow
this fearful hollow hole
tied to my frontal lobe
Yet I am late
with my lithium
here come the
white coats, ready to
take me,
captive once more.
I really liked this piece; wrote it while being a 1:1 with a mentally ill patient during a shift I picked up at the hospital. Who can say the dangers of mental health aren't real. Who can say living that best life isn't hard, isn't frustrating. Just realized the pic cut the words off a bit, but that's why the poem is written across from it...you know balancing the picture with the poem.
NEXT!!
#Dangerous puss popped
from space pimple.
The ooze from
ozone layer infection created
COVID—
It wasn’t the Chinese.
They were just
victims of Venus’
vicious plan to vaporize
the human race.
As we run to the polls
placing our fate
to liver spotted faces
because we refused to try
fresh faces;
we deserve our choice.
Climate control
refused by the boys
allowed the lack of belief
to make the world
bleed
Who's not up for a selfie poem. I really enjoyed writing this one simply because it's political, it's conspiracy, it's Covid; we vote in like 48 hours...it's just a lot of stuff I liked writing in this piece.
I hoped you enjoyed this post. I've been thinking of doing a mash-up rough cut spoken word piece of the last few #vss365 poems. If you think it'd be a good idea, then drop a line, and let me know.
And for those who don't know #vss365=VeryShortStory365 (like in days)
Until next time readers!!
