here is the on-going saga of a humorless zombie-fighting mama in some dystopian future.
my phone service was cancelled
because i forgot to update my address
& seeing as it is a free phone
(the only kind i can afford)
i am made to re-apply
thereby jumping through the hoops
poor people are made to jump through
so they do not forget
they are poor
& should have to beg.
so it’s been almost a month
of no calls
i should probably miss it more
than i do
but i just don’t….
i have been using my son’s phone when i have to, but every once in awhile i wonder who might be trying to call or text me on my disconnected phone.
obviously i am not concerned enough to actually let everyone know i am temporarily out of service….
but i am totally out of service, in one way or another…the recording on my soul right now goes something like, “your call is very important to me & will be returned if i ever figure out that you called….”
ps. happy autumn equinox!!
i’m so empty
there’s an echo
as my soul calls out
looking for its other
i’m so lost
i’m like e.t.
after he phoned home
& no one answered
if i even deserve
the treasure i seek
is there any reason
i should find
a true love
when so many others
sometimes i really deplore myself for all the energy i spend on feeling sad & alone.
like i could be doing so many other things!
looking for life’s meaning (assuming it is not to find that so-called other half)…writing the great american novel…working on my comics…working on madness manor…letting my big brain be all it can be…finding a deeper significance to my existence….
here i am sulking about being alone & lonely.
i am preparing to publish my third book in two years with raw earth ink.
first there was my collection of comics.
next there was my collection of short stories.
now it is time for my collection of self-portraits.
here is what i am wondering.
would y’all pay $45 for a 310 page book of illustrations & free verse mutterings? at $45 a pop, the books would be 8.5″X11″
another option is to go smaller, to 6″X9″ for $35.
or i could kill some of my darlings and cut the number of pages down by about half to make a $26 8.5″X11″
i am in the process of removing all my self-portraits from this site (a long long process…so many self-portraits!) so that the only place to find an obsessive amount of my self-portraits will be in my upcoming book the invisible exhibitionist.
thank you for any input!
ps. in my attempts to lure money into my life, i have added a “writer/artist for hire” page
if you want to put a testimonial on my for hire page, i would truly appreciate it! just leave a comment here & i will paste it on to that page. thanks!
pass it on….
it was as if the island did not want me to be there.
every sign an exit sign.
rain filling the tent
a sky clouding over as soon as we got to the beach
for a swim
crows crying out a warning every morning
relentless flies & pissy park rangers…
i wondered if it was an omen of bad things to come…
only to realize it was a letting go
like the end of the movie
when you have to set free the thing you love
have to chase off the thing you love.
the island was telling me to leave
to run free
& to not look back.
this has everything to do with dusty. i planned this vacation to madeline island with him. kind of a co-parent thing. i thought it would work out okay because things had been going more friendly between us.
but i really do not like being around him.
especially not for an entire camping trip.
we are so different in the ways we live our lives. the ways we see the world. the ways we parent….
it hurts me to be around him. i wish it did not…but it does. i am damaged a little every time i tolerate his bullshit. and i feel like i have to tolerate his bullshit in order to keep the peace.
…and i really really do not like tolerating bullshit.
it was totally his fault the tent flooded. i kept trying to nicely tell him the flaw in his thinking. the flaw that was causing the tent to turn into a leaky water bed…but he kept telling me how it was going to work. i had to wait it out, bailing out the tent more than once, before he would “let” me fix the problem (without any help from him.)
i once surmised of our relationship that if we were ever in a situation where we had to work together to survive–we just wouldn’t. we would be dead.
but i survived.
& the island made it clear to me that i need to let go & stop the nonsense.
day 107 at madness manor…
i left my house
for four nights
to go camping
a reluctant vacation
as madness manor
sang to me
“please don’t go
i love you so!”
& i missed my house
like i would miss
what is the fun
of roughing it
in the woods
when i could be
i always find myself wondering why people choose to go camping. vacation in such a way that you sleep on the hard ground, have to walk to get water, poop in a pit toilet, cook over a fire, combat bugs & possibly larger pests….
is it a thing like once you have done it, you feel more alive? feel like you have survived?
my every day is a struggle with survival.
my house is like camping.
so why did i bother to drive for a day to do everything i could do at home?
which leads to the question–why do i choose to live my every day in a way that most would call roughing it?
when i was packing up to go on this trip that i really did not want to go on, my music mix started playing alt-j’s “breezeblocks”
i really did take it as a sign that my house was going to miss me as much as i was going to miss her.
but i’m home now. putting in heat & insulation & preparing for a winter in madness manor. yay!
change is as startling
as a volcano
changing the landscape of your life
change is as gentle
as a single leaf
maybe you notice
you wake up & realize
the trees are all a different
& the air is no longer
deep thoughts on change. one of my favorite topics. transformation. will it knock you down? or will it happen as subtly as a dream you can’t quite remember?
i was expecting a volcano…but i find myself watching the falling leaves & realizing everything is suddenly different.
i will never forget
his telling me
(his clear blue eyes
dimples so deep that
women gave him whatever
“doves mate for life”
he told me
to explain why
when he shot one dove
he would make sure
to shoot the mate
so it would not be heartbroken…
his one small
ah yes, my kentucky redneck. a preview of my relationship with dusty. he was a breed of his own–just like dusty. a special kind of damaged brilliance.
i think of him every time i see a lonely dove perched on a telephone wire. not because he was my mate for life–but because of his telling me about making sure to end the suffering of any dove left without a mate. i never really knew how to feel about it.
i wrote this because there is a mourning dove that likes to perch on the telephone wire outside my office window. i often wonder if that dove is my one true love come to wait for me.
a quiet house
full of noises
smack dab in front of my car
shapeshifting time traveler
to make an impossible escape
no longer circling
the summer turning to autumn
as if turning a calendar page
holds that much weight
the world feels weird
i just cannot tell
what it is
or how i should
that deer was a total time traveling shapeshifter. i was looking at a pretty house on a hill as i drove, then i looked forward to see a deer that i somehow did not hit despite it being directly in front of my moving car???
i need to focus…but how do i stop daydreaming? or how do i daydream more effectively & not while driving?
the days have been ominous–the incoming autumn has been ominous. but i cannot tell if i should be worried. what is a word for ominous that does not necessarily mean bad…maybe just strange?
i snuck away from madness manor to go to madeline island on lake superior this past week. i thought i forgot to pack my pens…but i did have them. not that camping & hiking & swimming & surviving the rain in a tent lends much time to writing & drawing….
i did learn that i do not ever want to go camping with my ex-husband ever ever ever again no matter how badly i feel for excluding him. no more.
it was a beautiful trip even though i was terribly homesick the entire time.
hopefully i will have new journal pages up soon!