V4, I15
I’ve decided to go with a couple extra poems today over the usual mix of stories and poems. I’ve had poetry on my mind a lot more lately in ways that make me wonder if my subconscious is about to give me something new and interesting that I’ve not considered — at least not in my waking hours. We creative folks — heck, all of us, really — need to train ourselves to listen to those weird little signals that squirt out of our subconscious minds. The particular signal I get lately seems to say, “Hey, this poetry thing can work in a lot of different ways. Use it like a box of building blocks, Jimmie, and see what happens1.” I think I shall, for a little while, and…well…I’ll show you what, if anything, comes of it2. Cool? Cool.
In other news, expect more Instagram shenanigans like you saw last week. IG limits their Reels to 90 seconds at the longest, which means the story I read is the most I can shove into one. Of course, I could record a video myself and upload it, but I think IG is best reserved for tidbits as opposed to full snack plates. It’s certainly no place for an entrée amd a tasty, satisfying entrée is what I’m building Thursday! to be3.
Poems
A Buzzardcratic Snafu
The number of buzzards I have seen Circling lazily in the air In certain places I’ve been today Has given me reason to wonder if Maybe they heard something Important about me. A memo that I did not get.
September 20 at Ten Minutes Past Midnight
A plate full of eight Peanut butter and saltine sandwiches Is a fine snack for sitting in bed Watching Perry Mason wring a confession From another hapless suspect While a window fan blows in Cool late summer night air. Assuming, of course, my wife Doesn’t invoke the ancient rite And kick me out of bed.
Throw Hands
When You Stumble
When you stumble Bumpy bumble You can grumble cussly mumble Just don't crumble or bejumble your humble dumb-full numbskull self you careful- -ly culled from all the bull.
A couple or three years ago, I wrote a poem a day for a whole month. Something like that might happen again soon, depending on how I can wrangle my life in the next couple of weeks. I’m feeling a bit itchy to do something like that, so…chances are good.
I’m hoping for a chapbook (20-30 poems) or two this year. Might that interest you?
I think. Honestly, and we’ve talked about this here before, I don’t know exactly what Thursday! will be from week to week. I’m winging it, changing things I want to change, and weaving about on a course I think is best, though there’s no way I can know. I’m grateful you’re along for the ride and as keen to see where we’re going as I am.
I love it -- follow your subconscious! And I think your IG plan is a good one. :)