AHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Ok – so I still have Poetic Voices up and running and stuff – and been having something of a writers block (obviously – 14 entries in 8 months? oh my god. *L*) so I joined a poetry board and was hoping to get inspired… and so far so good – there is an AMAZING group of talented poets over at This so called life..

Anyway -they are a part of a group of workshop boards called the Poetry Board League, and they hold monthly contests for their members – individual boards can send in 1-3 poems for each contest, and compete against other writers/other boards for board of the year.

Well.

Guess who had a work nominated today? *BEEEEEEEEEEG GRIN*

Yes indeedy… ME! I am shocked, awed and stunned… and couldn’t be more pleased about it! I honestly feel that it’s

(common – you know it’s coming)

AN HONOR TO BE NOMINATED!!! Even if i don’t move on to the contest this month, knowing they felt my piece was good enough to be nominated is enough for me.

It was one of my slam pieces (should I ever discover the balls to participate in another slam) and I even recorded it so that they could hear it ‘preformed’.

So if you are curious what this Alaskan’s horrid voice sounds like – click here.
and below are the words of the nominated work….

Just like me
?eam 2002

The little box is labeled “race” and
I wonder what we are running to
Or maybe running from
They look at me funny while
I ponder the question,
Giving it the thought it deserves.

I guess I am white –
I certainly am
According to the color of skin
Blinding Alaskan tan
Pale as beached whale
Sometimes freckled and red
From the Midnight Sun

Of course, the freckles
Are from Irish stock
Though there’s a bit of
Everything else thrown in too
A regular Heinz 57
Crossed with hillbilly
That’s me.

The mind wanders then
As my mind so often does
To the first time I saw a black boy
I wondered if his skin
Tasted of chocolate
And if momma would skin me
For licking his cheek to see

Spice scented salt.
Just like me.

And then to the Native boy
The color of creamed coffee
I wondered if his skin
Would feel like suede
And if mom would freak
When I touched him (all over)
Just to see

Smooth satin soft
Just like me.

Then farther on
To the African-American man
Who had me for just one night
Holding my body captive
While ripping through me
Again and again
I wondered what mom would say
To see me slave to a man’s whims
As his ancestor’s once were to ours

He enjoyed the conquest.
Just like me.

And now, again, I stare
At the box named “race”
Where the answer is demanded
And with a smirk
I write in my own reply
A single word knowing –

You are all
Just like me.

Human.

(AAAAAAAAAAAH! they LIKE me! they REALLY REALLY LIKE me! *beams!*)

That’s IT!

I’m sick of the misbehaving archives. time for a new start anyway, right? I’ll go back about 20 entries and post them again, so that they’re here, but other then that. Bah! self-examination is over.

moved on.

kaliedoscopic ?clat is now where it’s at.
(for those who don’t know – ?clat means ‘color’ *chuckles*)

(Edit)
it’s REALLY sad that I covered an entire year to date….
…in just 14 entries. It’s really not been a good year for writing, has it?

(edit number two)
And it’s REALLY REALLY sad that it’s taken me till 3:30 am till I am relatively happy with the layout. heh.

but I didn’t do it without help… see?

Night all.

Interviewing Tricia

Tricia ? I give you your interview questions?.

1. It?s easy to list our faults, they tend to fall first from our lips, and do the most damage by being the easiest to remember. So instead, tell me just one thing that you are proud of. Doesn?t even have to be the one? just one.
2. Word association time! Tolerance, health, fear, illusion, paperclip.
3. Everyone has a childhood dream ? sometimes fantastic, sometimes scary, almost always unrealized and amusing ? so what was yours? What did you want to be when you grew up and would you ever consider going for that goal now, no matter how fantastical?
4. I know you love to read? what is one book that you not only couldn?t put down the first time, but have returned too again and again, loving it even if you know what?s going to happen in the end?
5. Everyone doubts themselves. Everyone wonders if they are doomed to be in this existence until the end of time?. So tell me, Tricia, if you could be anywhere, anywhen, on any plane of existence? where would you be? In other words, describe to me your version of the perfect world? even if it?s Scifi style ? especially if it?s out of the norm.

Enjoy! *grin*

Oh and – here’s the rules…
1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions – each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the questions and the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Ren’s Interview answers…

Here are the rules ? and yes, I will interview whomever wishes me too. *Smile*
1. If you want to participate, leave me a comment saying “interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you five questions – each person’s will be different.
3. You will update your journal with the questions and the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Alrighty Ren! Here?s the answers to your questions *grin* Even though I know it was just a ploy to get some sort of entry update in this here journal of mine. Heh.

1. What’s your secret indulgence?
Ha! You?re just upset that I found your secret spy cam ? now you want me to indulge your curiosity and tell all! I won?t submit! I won?t! I?. Hm? The rules? There?s rules? Well shit. You really want to know? Fine. Don?t say I didn?t warn you.
It?s Chex Mix. By the bag.
Seriously.
I love the shit ? and it?s sooooooooo bad.. and I honestly cannot put down a bag until it?s finished. Hey ? a two-and-a-half-hour-glass figure like mine takes WORK darnit.

2. Describe the happiest moment in your life, thus far.
There isn?t a single happiest moment, but three. The first moment I held each of my kids in my arms. It?s etched in my memory ? everything from their lil wrinkled faces, the sound of heir first cry, the scents of freshly washed babyskin, the thrill of having something so precious, so amazing, so incredible and knowing that ?I- made that, that it was me and him combined and nourished inside my body for nine long months? absofuckinglutely incredible.
Of course ? now I?m trying to sell them to the lowest bidders, but that?s par for the course. *chuckles*

3. Word association time: Memory. Games. Truth. Fear. Laughter.
Memory>faulty
Games>Pain
Truth>ignored
Fear>losing him
Laughter> free

4. Who is your favorite role-playing charater, and why?
Ugh ? just ONE? Good god, there?s so many to choose from. Does it have to be my own? *L* Bah.. I?ve thought and thought. I?m tempted to say my first char ever, for nostalgia?s sake, but she?s no longer my favorite? Then there?s the one who finally landed me TBF?s ever elusive reluctant hero for almost two years of turbulent relationship?
But you know what ? I think my favorite character right now is one whose concept was written for me, then given to me to make come alive. She?s just so damn? so? intricate with so many fascinating facets to her personality? See, Blister?s a Werewolf: the Apocalypse character, a metis ahroun bone gnawer. This means she?s a warrior of the lowest tribe of all the tribes of the W:tA, she?s a born freak because her parents were both shifters (a big no-no that results in some disability that I?ll get to in a moment) and because she?s a Full moon ? Arhoun, she tends to have a hair trigger temper. Heh.
What makes her fascinating though is all of this, and her disability. She?s a hermaphrodite. She?s got a full set of both male and female WORKING organs. She was raised as a boy, she feels like a girl mostly, but considers herself.. well, just Blister. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to write a post without making a single reference to the character you?re writing for?s gender? It?s not easy at ALL. Definitely my most challenging character I?ve ever played, and I love her to death. She just wants to belong, to make her Alpha (who she adores) proud of her? They recently lost two packmates, and that hit her hard as she is the protector of the group? so I?ve had her dealing with that, while also dealing with a move to a new city, and trying to simply keep the rest of her pack together in one piece. She?s nothing without her pack ? they?ve always accepted her just like she is, and that means the world to her. Chaba, the Alpha, is a harsh mistress at times, but she never does things without a reason, and Blister?s learned a tone from her.
So I think right now, Blister is my favorite. Just watching her grow, and come into her own, and come to grips and work on accepting who and what she is? it?s amazing. It?s a privaledge to get to tell her story.

5. Describe what would be a perfect day for you.
Waking up languidly ? on my own, without anyone demanding this or that or the other thing? simply waking up when I?ve had enough sleep and not having to yell or break up a fight or get asked ?where?s my breakfast? any of that?.
Going to the bathroom by.my.self. (Something all mom?s can understand.)
Leisurely checking my email, bumming around online with a perfectly brewed cup of French vanilla coffee? someone offering me a refill then disappearing again into the background?
No. Dirty. Dishes. To. Be. Found. A clean house ? oh god let me wake to a clean house?. With laundry already done?
Meals cooked by someone else. Any meal. Anyone else. Just so that I don?t have to do it or clean up after it.
Then? ohhhhh.. then. Hot water, lots of bubbles, candles, incense, lavender, a really thick book, soft music and smirnoff?s, ice cold as I soak in my chin deep tub for as long as I want too? without any interruptions?
Taking said book afterwards, after drying off with a fluffy towel, curling up in the corner of the couch with my book, and reading as long as I want. No interruptions, falling asleep with the words still swimming before my eyes, the story come to life behind my lids as I languish in peaceful dreams?
being waken only by some seriously hot sex with some seriously hot person (NOT my husband. Smirk)? And having it last long enough that I am satisfied over and over and over again? made to feel the queen of the day, the sexiest beast alive? even through we all know that I?m not? all leading me to collapse from exhaustion in my bed, wrapped up in someone?s arms and falling asleep again?
That? would be perfection.