People are jumping and puking and letting go, and it's kind of awesome.
What's all the fuss about?
We're risking rejection.
Small, medium, and large risks are all acceptable. It's not about the what. It's about the jump.
Before I could fully participate in the original Risk Rejection group, we moved. And it was a big deal.
In a matter of weeks we went from Knoxville to Cincinnati (for a new job opportunity for the husband), and my head was spinning. Now that I'm settling in, I'm ready to jump.
First, I'm waiting on an initial edit for a fiction book I've been nursing for over five years. It will help me know if I need to throw it out or soldier on. I'm ready to hear the truth.
Next, I'm throwing some poetry your way, which tends to make me feel like that strange kid who hangs out in dark corners watching everyone else.
In my worst moments, I feel like people are confused by me or laughing at me or pitying me or . . . okay neurotic episode over. I'm throwing a poem out there, peoples, because it's been too long, and I can't seem to stop writing them. Be gentle, and give the creepy girl in the corner a smile.
if words could flatten out - like fondant -
brick walls built high, high,
then maybe tragedy could be beautiful
Instead words splatter flat
old, gooey paint made thin
by too much water -
diluted, muted beyond recognition)
So fleshy knees fall to concrete while bleeding fingertips scrape
- to save -
disappearing announcements, denouncements, renouncements
liquid verbiage seeps too fast into crevices deep
replete with tiny canyons holding captive every point kept, unkept
made, unmade like a crumpled, rumpled bed of indecision
for a tidy hand to tame the mess
that only repeats, repeats,
I rush to glove blood-stained hands,
party dress over torn slip to participate in the
because my card is somehow still full
With every twirl of cotton-candied crinoline,
our rending of each other is
for entertainment purposes only
And after midnight, I'll return to touch tongue to sandpaper stones
lick words, ingest them, try to digest them
if misery is the only