I lost my way,
So I ran away,
Ventured too far,
Got in a stranger’s car.
Through my folly,
I’ll never see my family,
If only I can backtrack,
But the dead can’t come back.
writing
The Tattooed Tree
Naked and trembling, Trevor stops to catch his breath. Already he feels the curse cast upon him. The tattoos on his stiffening torso become more pronounced, resembling wall-sized etchings.
His arms shoot upward, branching outward, simultaneously dividing into limbs of various density. Immobile, his legs fuse together, while his feet extend out all around him. His toes multiply, scattering and digging deep below the earth at the same time.
Moisture penetrates throughout his whole being, or whatever self-awareness is left. The last thought as he can describe it as such is that he wishes, out of all the tattoos he has, he had avoided the heart with Her name carved on it. He didn’t know she would take it to heart and act as if she owned him.
Juxtaposition
Other side of blue,
Tranquility magnified,
Far removed from gloom.
Dragged Across Concrete (a movie blurt)
The story is driven by main characters making decision that lead you to throw out the notion of good guys vs. bad guys. Two detectives, played by Mel Gibson and Vince Vaughn, are caught on a cellphone video arresting a drug dealer. The act of the arrest is perceived as overly aggressive by the media. As a result, they are suspended without pay for several weeks. Their unexpected furlough compounds financial concerns for Mel Gibson’s character who is forced to reconsider moving his wife — who has multiple sclerosis — and a daughter, who is being bullied – away from their rough neighborhood. His questionable plan to make ends meet somehow intersects with a smart, recently released neighborhood felon. He wants to begin living a straight life but is pulled back into crime. That’s because he is faced with having to take care of his mother, who has taken up hooking to subsist, and a wheelchair-bound younger brother, whose dream is to someday go to college and become a videogame creator. As may be expected with any S. Craig Zahler film with such a graphic title, the movie is gritty and intense, leaving viewers to gasp just when they thought they could sit back and eat popcorn.
Miles of Smile
In search of a smile,
Seeing miles of salt water,
Miles took to sailing.
Seized by the sea sport,
Miles’ smile lit up the schooner,
A thrilled seafarer.
The Unique Blogger Award
I tend to be late in responding to awards, but respond I do. Back in July 2017, the thoughtful professor, writer, and novelist, Charles French, nominated me for the Unique Blogger Award. Thank you, sir. Please forgive the lengthy time lapse.
Since that time, a lot of wonderful things have happened to Charles French. Like this: He published a book series, with two novels out already – Maledicus and Gallows Hill. Congratulations!
THE RULES:
- Share the link to the blogger who has shown love to you by nominating you.
- Answer the questions.
- In the spirit of sharing love and solidarity with our blogging family, nominate 15 people and notify them.
- Ask them three questions.
Instead of nominating others and asking them three questions, I invite you all to join me in answering the questions below. My own answers are in blue and bolded.
QUESTIONS:
- What is one goal you hope to achieve with your blog? I hope to be able to get into the regular routine of writing. So much so that if I don’t write every day, I think I’ll need to eat more fiber.
- If you could travel anywhere, with money as no issue, where would you go? Although I would have reservations (of the mental kind), I wouldn’t mind traveling to the moon and be moved speechless by the endless view of stars. That would certainly fill up my ole bucket (travel) list.
- If you could have a conversation with a character from a work of fiction, who would it be? What would you like to talk about? I would choose Alexis Zorba from Zorba the Greek by Nikos Kazantzakis. I would talk about how to enjoy life at the fullest.
A Ferry Tale: Snoozing Cuties
Terror of the sea,
Running around the ferry,
Ripping through the aisles with glee,
Screaming like a banshee.
A little old lady,
Smiling kindly,
Offers him a chunky chocolate cookie,
He sits to munch silently.
Shortly, he joins his sister, Lily,
Who is napping already.
With eyelids fluttering softly,
He snoozes eventually.
Published Again!
“The new phone book’s here… I’m a somebody now.” This hilarious quote is from Steve Martin’s character in the movie called “The Jerk.” Unlike that film, however, the new book that’s got me excited is an anthology — America’s Emerging Literary Fiction Writers: Northeast Region.
Once again, the publisher invited me to submit a short story from any of their given genres, and I chose “Lliterary.” I submitted a piece about finding true love . . . and they decided to publish it!
I encourage you to read more about my story if you’re so inclined in the matters of heart, relationships, and “homemade” meatloaf. Before I commit any more spoilers, the links below will take you to either Amazon or the publishing house’s website to purchase the book in paperback or e-book format.
May you be uplifted and inspired!
We live to love,
Love to give,
Give to live,
And the cycle goes on . . .
https://www.amazon.com/Americas-Emerging-Literary-Fiction-Writers/dp/1097684032/ref=sr_1_9?crid=2YNBFLK2HAPRQ&keywords=america%27s+emerging+literary+fiction+writers&qid=1557654785&s=gateway&sprefix=america%27s+emerging+literary+%2Caps%2C151&sr=8-9
https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/collections/modern-anthologies/products/americas-emerging-literary-fiction-writers-northeast-region?rfsn=2671580.2a53e9d&variant=18594106114163
(Click here to read more about my last short story, published in the Massachusetts’s Emerging Writers: An Anthology of Fiction).
Links to purchase the first book:
https://www.amazon.com/dp/1724729209/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1533750719&sr=8-1&keywords=Massachusetts%27s+emerging
https://www.zpublishinghouse.com/collections/modern-anthologies/products/massachusettss-emerging-writers-an-anthology-of-fiction?variant=8126055743603
Morning with Elvis (100-word story)
Spring fling is in swing. What’s better than having a thing with the King? Yesterday she attended a local amusement park show to hear the singer’s baritone and dance to the beat of his gyrating hips. After the show, their eyes met and held steady. A photo op with the entertainer came next and she ran to his side with arms akimbo. Her chest grazed his and sparks flew. Who knew? One thing led to another after drinks. Alyssa smooches the Polaroid photo of her posing with the Elvis Presley lookalike. His lips are at their sweetest the morning after.
Nurture Nature
Indulging nature,
Tranquility in practice,
Self-nurturing too.
Karina Pinella 
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