Reflex
A palm full of crescent moons remains,
A sky without stars or light;
A reflex of rage leaves blood on the page. Continue reading “Villanelle – Aggression – JG”
Reflex
A palm full of crescent moons remains,
A sky without stars or light;
A reflex of rage leaves blood on the page. Continue reading “Villanelle – Aggression – JG”
So lost am I in my many books…
Where questions have concrete answers;
Where not everyone’s a crook,
And you tell both the hero and the villain at a single look.
Literature has me on its hook,
‘Cause reality pales in comparison. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #214: On The Hook”

All of the angries!!! Let’s leap from whimsical galumphing to hard hitting villanelles; from random and abstract to deeply personal and intimate; from fun and light and imaginary to graphic and dark and all too real. Continue reading “November’s Theme – Grrrrrrr Argh”
Fitting music:
Center of the festivities; eye of this bustling storm,
Here alone there is peace, calm, and a song.
Run now around the fire and gather all together,
For the cautionary tale of a merchant peddling leather,
Who traveled far and wide, never for short, always for long gone. Continue reading “Cinquain Triplet – Eye of the Storm, Fair/Festival, Sailor – JG”
The once intricate pieces of my personality,
Are now eroded, edgeless, and smooth.
I can’t determine what goes where,
Can’t find the part that should care,
So everything, from thoughts to moods,
Is muddled together, selected at random. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #3 – Pieces – JG”
With October dwindling down and November rapidly approaching, Stevie has been… subtly… reminding me that National Novel Writing Month is on its way as well. To be frank, last year even though I participated, I definitely didn’t commit. So this year, despite my addiction to procrastination, I am going to do better. Mostly so he stops judging me (gosh).
In this, our nearing time of extreme productivity, I feel it important to remember certain rules bequeathed to us from on high by the late, great Vonnegut. (Kurt Vonnegut is up in Heaven now).
And thus, our Eight Commandments: Continue reading “NaNoWriMo Oh Noooo”

Love always makes me picture red roses Continue reading “Color Schemes – Red Roses – JG”
We Learn So Little
Incremental mental pressure – inevitable downward spiralS
The highest expectations and the lowest bloW
So it goes, funded by new maybes and old hopE
Sturdy invisible rope, indivisible by decency or trutH
Or overused solutions to this improved dilemmA
Has the habitual, ritual of escapism made us victims of PavloV
Another number in the vast many – another onE
Rounded to the nearest thousand; a statistic listed under wantoN
Disgraceful, distasteful, how wasteful in our human bravadO Continue reading “Double Acrostic – Baggage/That Which Lingers – JG”
I hide behind the words of wisdom of women wiser than I’ll ever be;
Hide behind the veiled revelations of grief,
Hoping no one will notice and try to comfort me.
Because the disguise denies the intimacy,
Of this pain.
To my shame, I admit I crave:
The sadness. The misery. The tears.
Because if my eyes ever clear;
If a smile ever appears;
It’ll feel like a betrayal. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #167 – Thank You – JG”
Heroism
‘In the time of gods and monsters, what is the worth of a man?’ – Joss Whedon

It’s supposed to be so simple. Hero. Someone that saves the day, right? We grow up with these images of chiseled men and women, painted in neon colors, performing impossible tasks of daring and bravery, holding them on high like deities, and with ubiquitous propaganda of soldiers wrapped in the red white and blue, infallible in their willingness to die for their love of country. And so we learn that heroism is all about the big things: Continue reading “Concept Art – Captain Hammer Told Me Everyone’s A Hero In Their Own Way”