#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Latin Dance

Latin Dance

I am no Latina
But I feel the staccato salsa steps
Imagining a perfect partner
The spinning twirling loving of the dance
?Eres  puertorriqueña?
But I love the Latin dance


(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 9th, 2005 at 12:27pm)


The Indelicate Editor – Why Now, Brown Cow?

I haven’t written a novel yet… I will keep these thoughts in mind when I do!

Blue Skirt Productions LLC

by Gayle Towell

cow-431729_1920So you’re writing a new novel, you say? And vigorously filling in all of the backstory as early as possible to leave the reader well-informed and ready to go?

Stop, already. Just stop. You’re making a cobbled mess of things. Probably, you’ve got one or more of the following going on:

1. Info Dumping

You might have a hook there, but you’ve hung a dozen jackets up on it, and your reader has no place to hang theirs. The present action is interrupted with a page of backstory every other paragraph. Very soon we’re looking up from your book to watch paint dry because it’s far more interesting.

If a villain is being villainous in the opening, I don’t care about how his parents neglected him as a child. I just want to watch him cook puppies. Drop the sob-story bomb later when the hero is about…

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#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Small Wild Dreams

Small Wild Dreams

Small wild dreams flash quickly in my mind.
A deep passionate kiss is shared.
I lick the lip ring.
I swallow sweet salivitic essence.
I revel in the very idea of a mutual attraction
that seems destined to elude me.
So I suck deep sigh breath
And lean back into the mundanocity
Of the every day ordinary.


(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 9th, 2005 at 12:04pm)

Another non-pious poem. This one was about an attractive guy at my job. Oh and yes, I did make up a word there. :-P




I don’t pray like a Christian… I don’t meditate like a Buddhist or Hindi… I wake up… and practice stillness… not silence… not emptiness… just… stillness…. then gratitude… then the journey where I let the images and thoughts come as they will… eventually there is the purging of the pain… the letting go and the healing… more gratitude… and then the wishing… this is what the word “prayer” really means: asking… this is where desire is acknowledged and I float in and out of wanting and releasing… wanting but not being attached to specifics… wanting but not holding on to expectations… embracing fluidity… and then more gratitude… this morning I acknowledge all that I have to give and all that I will receive… I wish for blessings for all of you as well… hold yourself as worthy today… it is beautiful in its beginning.

#FAF = Follower Appreciation Friday — THANK YOU ALL! ^_^


I had intended on doing a new follower appreciation post every Friday, but since I don’t get access to internet on a regular basis, the last time I posted one was back in July! :-/   So sorry for not showing you all the appreciation you deserve!  So… to somewhat make up for my slacking, I am doing this post today.  All the additions for the past two months are listed below. THANK YOU ALL! ^_^

John White
chester maynes
being wordy
Morgan Bradham
Dr. Heather
I of July
Cnawan Fahey
Eric Carlson “The AwolSurfer”
Simply Xtreme


#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Scars


Can you cherish the scars?
The blemishes of my past experience
Can you handle the scrapes and scratches?
The evidence of moments of pain
The simple and the complex
Minute little traces of my life
Stories left untold
Leaving marks
On my body
On my mind
On my soul
The things that make up the me that I am
Can you see in?
Past the windows to my soul
Into the truest self of me
As tears that you did not cause
Well up in my eyes
Will you despise?
Will you cherish the scars?


(originally posted on livejournal.com Mar. 9th, 2005 at 7:50am)

I thought about going out of order and doing a 9/11 specific flash back poem, but decided that there are probably enough retrospectives today and decided to just stick with posting my old poems in chronological order.

This poem is a break from my pious theme.  I wrote it when a new possible love interest came into my life.


#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Musical Truth (song)

Musical Truth

There ain’t nothing new
It’s all very ordinary
Don’t nobody want truth
And really it’s very scary

Cause don’t nobody wanna hear the truth
What you feed your mind comes out in what you say and do

Seems like everybody’s blind
Don’t they know that what they feed they mind
Will end up coming up in they lives

But don’t nobody wanna hear truth (Don’t nobody)

Now I ain’t tryin’ ta preach at nobody
I’m just looking out for self
Singing my song to feed my soul inside me
And if you hearing me I hope it helps

Cause Cain killed Abel
And Noah was naked
Ain’t nobody ever been perfect
But I’m just out here trying ta make it

But don’t nobody wanna hear truth (Don’t nobody)

Cause don’t nobody wanna hear the truth
what you feed your mind comes out in what you say and do

Seems like everybody’s blind
Don’t they know that what they feed they mind
Will end up coming up in they lives

But don’t nobody wanna hear truth (Don’t nobody)
(repeat and adlib to fade)


(originally posted on livejournal.com Feb. 27th, 2005 at 12:18pm)

Still in my relatively pious stage of my being. Sadly this is yet another song that I have lost the recording so I no longer know the tune. :-/