There was a suicide.
The trains stop running.
People crowd the platform.
A body crushed under the wheels of a speeding train.
You are selfish.
You are sad.
You are remembered as an inconvenience.
What did you want?
There’s always one this time of year, she says adjusting her sunglasses.
And it’s always during rush hour.
Impact. Significance. That’s what you wanted.
And I’m sorry this is how you had to get it.
Tag: writing
NPM 18: Reassurance
Tell me why you like me.
Because I do.
Tell me. Tell me, please?
Tell me why you like me when I don’t even like myself?
Kiss my forehead, stroke my hair, tell me why you still put up with me.
Because you said you wanted that purse in beagle.
Because two years ago you sent me a picture of a little girl wearing a dog shaped purse and you said she looked so happy. And you asked me if you got that purse if you’d be happy.
I said yes.
And you said, I want it in beagle.
And the thought of you running around in your heels and flowy dresses wearing a dog purse to make you happy made me smile for days.
That’s why I like you.
Because you’re weird and you’re funny and you’re cute.
NPM 17: Beach Day
Does you hair just do that?
Reaching for a ringlet you stare at me like you’ve never seen a curl before.
My hair is wet and tangled from the salty ocean water.
We swam.
I made you come with me.
The ocean fills me with awe and terror.
But I did not come this far to not swim in the Atlantic.
I dragged you with me and ran into the warm water.
A weird sensation for a Chicago girl.
The Lake is never warm.
You swim.
I doggy paddle and try to stay afloat.
I start to panic about sharks and drag you to the safety of the sand.
Silly girl.
Sitting on the sand you watch my hair dry and curl and you look at me like I’m magic.
NPM 16: Love Poem 4
Come sit with me.
Just a moment.
Sit with me.
Quietly.
Just your body next to mine.
The warmth of your presence enough to soothe me.
I don’t want to talk about it.
What is there to talk about?
How do I explain that I don’t know. what’s wrong?
How do I tell you I don’t know why I’m crying?
Just sit with me and in the silence help me find peace.
Writer’s Q & A
Let’s play a game shall we?
I was tagged in a little question and answer post by Hyperpandemonium he’s new here, so check him out.
Haven’t done one of these in a while. So sure. Why not?
When did you first start writing? I started writing in the first grade when the teacher in charge of the gifted program at my school encouraged us to enter the young author’s competition. I wrote a story called “A Day Without a Friend,” a semi auto-biographical story about a friend moving away from the neighborhood. I ended up going to the young authors conference in my state. It was pretty cool. And I realized that people liked my stories. *Cue major ego trip*
I got that good English, yo.
Was being a writer something you always aspired to? Well, I am a writer. I think, therefore, I write. I breathe, therefore, I write. I have anxiety attacks inside a Target on the day before a dance performance, because an irresponsible parent tells me last minute her baby daddy didn’t give her money so I need to go out and buy them the shoes and tights that they need, therefore, I write. So I don’t aspire to be something I am.
But damn, if someone could pay me and possibly make some sort of movie blockbuster trilogy out of my stories, that would be real swell.
What genre do you write? Waaaaaaah! I hate this question. Because I’m not really sure what genre I write. I just think of a story and write. *insert embarrassed emoji here* I dunno, read my stories and you tell me.
Can you tell us a little about your current work in progress? Ah yes, my current work in progress… *shifty eyes* I just finished a month and a half of bi-weekly, two-hour, dance rehearsals with bonus Sunday and Saturday rehearsals, and costume making. I am working on nothing at the moment as I was busy with performance art. I do have three things on back burners (if I have three back burners I must have a giant stove).
1. A collection of short stories based on the emotional breakdown of a girl forced into court mandated therapy– a heart warming coming of age story.
2. A novel on being a salon slave. Based on my short lived career as a front desk receptionist at a high end salon.
3. A collection of travel essays based on my road trip across the U.S.
When did you start working on this project? 1. Many years ago… Probably around 5 or 6.
2. Three years ago.
3. A couple of months ago, but then I deleted my start on accident and became really discouraged and then really busy with choreography.
What was your first piece that you can remember writing? A Day Without a Friend. Circa 1993.
What was it about? Wait I went over this already…a childhood without social media. We did not have the power to keep in touch with people like today. Today, the magic of Facebook allows you to keep track of the guy you met outside of a club wearing a sombrero like nine years ago.
What’s the best part about writing? The ability to get the demons out of my head. I mean… What?
What’s the worst part about writing? Not having the energy or desire to do it when your brain is exhausted from a stressful job where you’re squeezed for knowledge all day long.
What’s the name of your favourite character and why? Genesis Varo, she’s funny, she’s vulnerable, she’s not afraid to be herself.
How much time a day/week do you get to write? That’s a thing? Time? Sometimes I write on my lunch break. Sometimes I lay in bed filling out questionnaires no one will read. That counts.
When is the best time for you to write (morning or night)? Whenever my brain feels like spewing forth words. I have no control over the muse.
Did you go to college for writing? I went to college for musical theater before switching to broadcast journalism. I wanted to join the fiction program. But I found the students to be rather pretentious. So, I guess, no?
What bothers you more: speeling errors; punctuation, errors, or errors for grammar? All of them. I tend to write quickly on my phone for blog posts, so I’ll have random auto correct errors, but I hate all errors. Mostly because of my journalism and copy editing background. But I’m not a dick about them. I’ll point them out so you can fix, not because I want to make you feel stupid.
What is the best writing advice that anyone has given you? Write what you know, the rest will come.
What advice would you give to another writer? Don’t compare yourself. I have that issue in writing and in life, and it can be incredibly detrimental.
What are your favourite writing sites or blogs that you turn to for help, tips or encouragement? I am in dire need of that. I used to have xanga. I had it since high school (i.e. I’ve been blogging for a long fucking time) and became very close with a group of writers on there. But it’s gone now. However I’m going to post this in our Friday fiction group and ask them to play.
Besides writing, what else do you enjoy doing? I teach dance. I sing and karaoke. I read… A lot. I love going to the movies and I work like a Hebrew slave in exchange for fantastic health insurance and enough money to kinda keep myself in the lifestyle I’ve grown accustom to.
What are your hobbies? Please see above. They also include breaking piñatas, popping bubble wrap, being fabulous while simultaneously being adorable, and dressing my dog up in children’s clothing.
What’s the best book you’ve read this year? That’s hard. I really enjoyed the Martian.
What’s the best movie you’ve seen this year? Um, my nerd heart is still experiencing the feels from Star Wars, The Force Awakens. So that’s what we’re going with.
What is your favourite book or series of all time? Stop asking me to choose my favorite child!!!! The chronicles of narnia, till we have faces, the big friendly giant, Harry potter, persuasion, pride and prejudice, the lord of the rings, the hobbit…I can keep going. I’ve read these all a million times.
Who is your favourite author? *cries in Spanish* so many I love so many. Stephen King, Sandra Cisneros, Jhumpa Lahiri, Sherman Alexie, JRR Tolkien, CS Lewis, Roald Dahl, Jane Austen…
What are your plans for the rest of the year in terms of your writing? Try?
Where else can we find you online? Too many places. You can read my tweets *cough* look at my selfies *cough* @travelbybubble