The Long Pause Ends

 

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!!