...quiet, about a lot of things...

Friday, February 29, 2008

Eat Your Heart Out

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Eat Your Heart Out

It wasn't the first.
With no way of knowing
if it was the last.

This Friday he did not
return home.

She ate a piece
of coconut cream pie,
thinking only of
what he was eating.
She could not taste it.
Was it sugar or salt?

The second piece was
overkill, she had to
admit. But the
knife went in anyway.
A bold act of aggression.

The second piece was
for the fucking.
For, why the fucking
hell not?

The third piece was
merely for her tongue.
To meet a touch.
To Yield. Meant only
to keep her mouth full.
Whipped cream muffling
the mourning.
Sweet and alone.

wlf 9:00pm

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posted by wendy at 8:49 PM 7 comments

wicked - For good

just because.today seemed like a good day to be WICKED.

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Thursday, February 28, 2008

Quick...Before It Ends....

Before the month of February ends...even though,it is sporting an extra day this year...I wish my lovely Michael...a happy 40th Birthday! FINALLY!!

We went up to the mountains and frolicked a bit.

I must remember to frolic more often.







PS..The kid with the braces holding onto my blond haired daughter...is not a son I never told you about.... No...It's Maggies boyfriend. Is there a story there? You bethcha. Am I allowed to tell? UM, no. Parent::Child privilege. Sorry.

PSS...oops..Seems my blonde haired daughter..though covered with a pink beanie..is the one cluthching him..Go figure! The other boys are some of my many nephews..These two I especially adore. One is the picture of sweetness.. and the other..well lets just say I call him Nanuk...oh..how he cracks me up!
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Monday, February 25, 2008

What A Long Strange Trip It's Been...

This was my senior quote. At the time I was referring to my varied experiences in High School.

But the quote still applies.

Today I watched a movie a friend suggeted I see. I should say...I tried to watch. The movie was Peaceful Warrior...What I have seen so far reminds me a little of a male version of What the Bleep Do We Know..a personal favorite.

The funny thing is just as I got to the climax...the DVD skipped stuttered and promply procedeed to the end credits.

A karmicly comic outcome. NO ANSWERS FOR YOU!!!!
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Ode to my Body...At Least It's Wrapper

I have the skin of a snake.
Though I can not shed it.

Free myself.

In one birthing push, cast off
this vague impresssion.

Start anew.

My scales become fissures.
Some cracks turned to blood

red cuts.

More than death, less than life.
The skin of a snake! I long

to shed.

Centered, cracked right down the middle.
Open and ready, I want.

I want.

wlf 1:00pm

Finally, following a readwritepoem prompt... Geez, what a long dry spell..It's just spittin rain now..But Hey..it's something!
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Monday, February 18, 2008

Sleep and Teeth...

Oddly enough this is firmiliar territory for the medicated mind. I often dream of my teeth. Falling out. I know that Freud has something interesting to say on the subject....But for me it's pretty typical dream fodder.

The more humourous teeth and sleep tie in..would be the fact.. That I am always "asleep" when I get my teeth worked on. Extreemly dental phobic. So when its a little work..I have a lot of nitros. But when its a lot of work..I have alot of nitros and that trippy mind erasor drug..Halcyon. Sleepy time she comes...

Except, they call it conscious sedation. Which only means my mouth does not stop...and since we all know that my MIND NEVER SLEEPS... I end up saying things.

Uncensored things. About how cute my denist is..at least I think I did. Great.

I really don't remember much. However, I have a hazy recollection of him commenting to the assistant.. how nice and low my blood pressure was...until he came into the room.. I believe that may have been when I told him...it was because he was a HOTTIE. Wonderful.

Now, it's quite possible that I did nothing more than snore and gurgle...but this time I think I may have proof that I crossed some line. I saw my dentist...up at the receptionists desk, as I waited to be picked up by my daughter.

I DO remember him saying... "Don't worry...you didn't say anything embarrassing."
WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, EXACTLY???

Evidently, there is quite a vocal kitten...living in this shy girl.

Inhibited. This just may be a word I need to have subconciously tattooed upon my filthy mind. Perhaps that,along with the purchase of a muzzle..for use when I am all but out of my mind. Then and only then...it may be safe to go back to the dentist.

(posted late for the Sunday Scribbling prompt.. Sleep..or Teeth...And since I used both..I believe I deserve extra credit!)
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Thursday, February 14, 2008

It's all Hearts and Flowers

This morning I got up and tip toed downstairs to confront my husband's mistress. She lay patiently waiting for him...and got me instead. I was glad to find her turned off. (She scares me when she is turned on.)

In as much of an act of defiance..as much as love...I placed my token of affection on her well worn keys...and retreated back up stairs, where I waited. And waited. And...you get the idea.

Finally, patience never being my strong suit, I went back down those stairs..to find my wayward husband.

He had moved my lavender valentine,simple though it may be, unopened, from his beloved computer...and was checking his email, instead.

I swear if she could talk to me..SHE would have sighed...as he stroked her lovingly with his fingers...

"That's MISTRESS one... Wife Wendy..a big ZERO!"


Ah...love. Well Happy Valentines Day anyway....
posted by wendy at 8:58 AM 6 comments

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

A Twister....

It is snowing again in Colorado. No big surprise here, and yet again I find myself just that. Surprised.

At just how cold the cold is. At how my body all but gasps when the chill hits my cheeks. The cold has gone right through me this winter, with no regard to the many layers I don to shield myself. They seem as substantial as a paper pin-the-tail donkey.

For, just as the javelin in a joust..this damn winter continues to find home, hitting it's sweet spot with uncanny accuracy, knocking me to the ground handily...(which by the way, is really quite hard, when all iced over.)

I've reached that day in winter. That day you begin to think you just imagined the spring. When you begin to remember spring nostalgically..like a childhood memory or a long lost love. You add extra hue to the colors, you embellish the taste and the smell. In losing faith that spring will come, you start to make the memory of it, just a bit more grand, than it ever was actually.

That's where I am now. Not in Kansas anymore..I mean Colorado. I have hopped a twister to Oz. In this dream,in this version, green is not merely Emerald, it is way beyond Emerald. This green is the green of creation. Yet, instead of being the deep muddy moss of primordial ooze, it's so much deeper..It is iridescent, like a peacock feather, holding every color within its shade.

Yet it is still GREEN.

Home calls me back. Home. Where the heart is. No place like home. Home at the moment is a charcoal painting..of grey and white and wheaty tan...a monochromatic blend of chill and shudder. Not a speck of Emerald to be found anywhere.

Emerald is hibernating. It's hiding. Still, each morning, I ring my eyes carefully in purple, to coax out the green in them. It's time to stop sleeping. Time, even to stop dreaming....

It's Time to start living again. I'm Off to see the Wizard.
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Sunday, February 03, 2008

Too Quiet....Even for me.....

So I'm not going to be able to figure this whole "life tipping over on it's head thing" in one month or one year. Probably not even one life time. Time to put my good ole' medicated face back up...

and rejoin the blogging race.

Below find an interview experiment, as proposed by my serious blog crush Neil. He's never "freaking out"..and going all silent. He just lets his penis talk for him in times of stress...But a girl can only hear "Please!!!!" so many times...

Still when his big head takes over..as it always does..Neil always manages to come up wwith some great, community affirming ideas. He rocks. His penis tries...as all peni do.

So Lisa was assigned by random comment order to interview me. Poor child....


You are 5 feet tall. In what ways do you use your height to your benefit?

My height makes me approachable. I appear to be a very non threatening person. This puts people at ease. Then, I pounce like a tiger. No, seriously, I think its a definite advantage to be underestimated.

What uncomfortable topic can you talk about most truthfully? (on or off your blog)

I'm trying to think of a topic that I am uncomfortable with......I'm pretty comfortable talking about anything..at this stage of the game. Perhaps depression...perhaps having a disability...

What comfortable topic do you love to lie about?

Being late. The real reason is often very boring...so I have been known to embellish just a bit.

The real reason is usually leaving to little time...and expecting traffic to part like the Red Sea before me.

What's your best false excuse for being late that you can think of?

Like the coward I am...the dogs most often get the blame....and usually I'm rehashing something that actually did happen....once!


If you had to rename your dogs, what names would you select?Well...Zoey the white Jack Russell...would be Beanie. Zeus....the Black Jack Russell..would be Bear....Lola the Golden would be Killer (don't ask)...and Mia the Saint Bernard would be Lugger.


What was the first poem you memorized?

I have memorized very few..if any poems. Instead phrases stick in my head....Maybe Bah Bah Black sheep....Have you any wool?.....


Do you have a catch phrase? (Something you find yourself saying very often)
Not really..but I do say "perhaps" more than the average person I suppose.



What phrase or saying drives you crazy?

In emails "lol". I laugh out loud often....but never at the places (they) would....and "she was like..he was like...I was like..." I have teenaged daughters.


Do you find you pick up on the language habits of your daughters?
I've said "up in my grill" a couple times for comic effect....and "deal e o..." for a chuckle.



I also went to an all girls high school. Do you look back on those days fondly? Do you think your single gender high school experience shaped you?

Hum. Yes and no. It resembled a very pricey piranha tank at times. I got a great education..academically..and socially. I became acutely aware that I do not belong in the white upper class...I actually am very suspicious of this stratosphere..even today. I have one or two good friends from those days..the rest was folly. I did grow to greatly respect the power of the female mind during these years. Women are so damn smart.

Who is the most intelligent woman you know?


Face to actual face...at the moment...my daughter. She has the passion of youth..and an un-quenchable drive to learn. But all of my friends are clever.



Anybody who reads your blog probably begins to paint a picture of you and your life in their head. What do you think the most common misconception about you is? In what ways do you feel misrepresented?

Well, I have only met one blogger..face to face...and that would be our own Neil... He said he expected me to dress in black and have a dark demeanor....Instead he found me much lighter than he thought I would be. I am actually described as bubbly an awfully lot. On my blog, I reveal I am shy. In person, people never think I am. There are always two sides to any penny.



What is the most frivolous thing about you?

So many. I am a very very ditzy girl. Really..I think frivolous is a judgment...but I do like pretty bras...and boots...Both of which are completely unnecessary to collect.

Pretty things turn my head. But when it comes to the real things in life. I like true and deep. What I have in my life doesn't need to be big...just real.


PS... My spell checker..is on the blitz...and Yes...I DO spell that badly.
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