words: in order

June 30, 2008

the deal is done, I guess I should mention it

Filed under: free write — Jenn @ 8:49 pm

I’ve amalgamated words: in order with if the spirits move me.  It seemed silly to be running two blogs to deal with the mix up that is my creative and occassionally spiritual sides.  So I decided not to.  While it’s not all poetry and free writes over there, that is where those things will now show up.

So head over and have a look, and thanks for reading!

February 26, 2008

somtimes, things need to be thought over

Filed under: free write — Jenn @ 9:50 pm

a thought I didn’t want to forget … but needs more thinking on

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February 6, 2008

lunch free write

Filed under: free write,fresh meat — Jenn @ 10:29 pm

um, I may have been a wee bit hypoglycemic…

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January 14, 2008

not actually related to the previous post…

Filed under: free write,fresh meat,poetry — Jenn @ 10:12 pm

Having not recorded the words I liked from the last muttering, I did a free write at lunch today.  So, sorry, it is not based in my responses, but here it is anyway.

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January 9, 2008

Unconscious Mutterings

Filed under: muttering,online interaction — Jenn @ 10:39 pm

LunaNina.com|Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Mist :: tendrils
  2. Eating :: morsel
  3. Beacon :: sentry
  4. Speaker :: Robert’s Rules
  5. Episodes :: incidences
  6. Conference :: networking
  7. Sneak attack :: politics
  8. Medic :: front line
  9. Web :: online
  10. 2008 :: possibilities

Okay, so the last one is a touch cheesy, but it is still early in the year and there is so much time left to accomplish things. Sadly, that kind of thinking leads me to procrastinate … and then, say, not write a lot on a certain blog because there’s always tomorrow… heh.

I’m loving the words in the first three pairings. Not necessarily the pairings themselves, but those words. But it’s late and my head is scattered among 4 different blogs, flickr and email. Tomorrow’s lunch is now set aside for these six. Check back.

December 23, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings

Filed under: free write,muttering,online interaction — Jenn @ 10:18 pm

LunaNiña.com | Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Health :: virus
  2. Tacky :: ill timed
  3. Heels :: shoes
  4. Yay! :: new shoes!
  5. Model :: grace
  6. Gather :: enfold
  7. Best gift ever :: love (aw….)
  8. Clients :: service
  9. Stomp :: if you’re happy and you know it, stomp your feet …
  10. Clothing :: sweater

And there you have the first muttering of a while.  I’ve been battling viruses around here – my daughter’s, mine … not fun.  And rather draining.  So, you get a free write, but it may be a little …. um … stupored.

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December 3, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings

Filed under: muttering,online interaction — Jenn @ 10:38 pm

LunaNiña.com | Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Music :: singing
  2. Insanity :: confusion
  3. Curtain :: red velvet theatre drape
  4. Nickname :: affectionate
  5. Container :: plastic food storage
  6. Roast :: dinner
  7. Thong :: laundry
  8. Purple :: grape jelly
  9. Holidays :: family
  10. Christmas tree :: sentimental ornaments

well, it’s been a few weeks since I’ve done one, but here’s the latest!  Let me ponder these words and I’ll try and come back with something in a few days.

November 16, 2007

it’s Friday – time to haiku

Filed under: haiku friday,online interaction — Jenn @ 9:48 pm

Haiku Friday

darkness on the train
at the end of a week’s rain
tomorrow is sun

November 11, 2007

Unconscious Mutterings

Filed under: free write,muttering,online interaction — Jenn @ 10:38 pm

Unconscious Mutterings

  1. Treadmill :: going nowhere
  2. Stroke :: sharp
  3. Exclusively :: turn away
  4. Lash :: curl
  5. Red carpet :: rich
  6. Credit card:: receipt
  7. Points :: arguement
  8. Domestic :: kitchen
  9. 21 :: Johnny Depp
  10. Inject :: infuse

Not sure if those will all make sense to anyone but me, but I knew what I was talking about!  Time to write off of this:

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November 10, 2007

too long standing

Filed under: fresh meat — Jenn @ 11:00 pm

the curve in the small of my back
where your hand fits
aches

as I ground my place in line
push a hip through stilted chaos
hold the window view on the train
and watch apartments blur
on the way home to mine

fishbowl towers of proudly lit living rooms
messy kitchens and naked men

shy walk ups hiding old architecture
and promises of well-used dingy sofas
behind thinning curtains

all these starts and stops
before I can breathe easy in the dark
in the rain
      the umbrella sits by your shoes
      and my hair weeps along my cheek
      but who cares, the day is done
I walk out my day through mud and unseen obstacles
to ease the ache a little
with the thought of comfort from your hands

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