Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

My parents love to play dominos and my mother is particularly good at it as well, my dad in fact is always commenting on the fact that he can’t seem to ever beat her and I really miss those times that I have together with them, just us, playing dominos which is very very good for doing calculations and I have never been good at math I seem to do better with words but here I am doing a writing that is just trying to flow out of me, one piece falls on another and soon you have a landslide of ideas and if you do free flow writing then you soon have something that is concrete, or you have a lot of much and commas. But the point is to keep it moving, keep the words falling from your brain like a rain cloud of a city and it has been raining today in my city of Seattle and all the smells have been released from the earth it is quite glorious. It smells fresh and new and springly and actually we are getting onto summer which means that I turn 26 which is such a grownup age to

(I've been writer's blocked up. So today will contain the letters B, C, D, and E!) Psst! Hey! Ya you. Let me be your guide to a twisty world Just turn the corner of this craggy rock, point your curser on the eclectic forest Dive in! Cacophonous echolalia, jewels in the mud It’s business as usual here Jobs fly by overhead, some hold gems in their beaks Others have stinging ends. Look here! A fairy offers you transportation on a 2001 magic carpet It has a few miles on it, a little frayed at the ends Check the VIN number before he crabs your wallet! And in the grove wizards are weaving their words Standing on soapboxes Creating hullabaloo One has nailed a wood frame together, slapped a sign “The Wizard is In” Oh dear…do you hear that? The lascivious lizards and nylon-clad nymphs are having an orgy They wave lazily for you to join But if that’s not your thing, I suggest the Personal Pixie She has quite a list of Roy

Bing! Bing! Bingbingbing! Number 2 waited with his heart playing a cha-cha in his chest. His hands gripped the wheel, that useless wheel, the one they added for show in the Globe Car, and no one in Big Hit ever dared to ask. Bing! Bing! Bing! Bingbingbingbing! He could hear Number 1 racking up the points. Blast! He’s probably talk about nothing else at the bar afterward. Number 1. First in his class, of course. Number 1 in the 357 th Game Generation since their world had began. How could a lowly 2 ever hope to match up? And Number 2 had come from a long line of 2’s. Every ancestor had come second. Had been chosen second to go into the globe car, grip the wheel, then go soaring into The Game when you least expected it. There had been training, oh yes, but never really enough for a 2… Bingbingbingbing! Thwack! Thwack! Bingbing! Thwack! The great thunder of the Paddle Buttons only added to the cacophony. Well, he’d give it his best. Even as

It was going to be the best day of Arnold's life. He had waited 3 weeks for that door bell to ring, to feel that flutter in his stomach, to take hold of that electronic pad and squiggle something close to his name.  And accept the package.  That glorious 6 ft package. "What did you get buddy?" The UPS guy lugged the package up the steps, ignoring the red letters of Fragile, to Arnold's dislike. "Something that is very important to me. Life changing. And fragile ." The UPS guy gave a shrug, grabbed the signature pad from Arnold's pale hands, and turned to go.  "Hey," asked Arnold, "aren't you going to help me bring it inside?" The man turned back, putting up his hands. "Oh, it's too important for me to touch. Good luck buddy."And with a swagger and a sneer, Arnold was left alone. "Arnold! Aaaardoooold!"  "What, mom?" "Who was that?" "No one,

Alright, here it is. Adulthood is making me feel dull. I buy groceries, do the dishes, make food, do the dishes again, take out the recycling, clean the house, do laundry, oh look I need to get groceries again, fill the car with gas, pay the bills, yadda yadda yadda. And in my free time I play on Facebook, peeping into other's worlds and wondering why I am not achieving more. I'm chasing my tail and getting dizzy. Losing sight of what I want to do. Who I want to be. I'm sure I am sharing the doldrums of adulthood with others my age. My story is nothing new, and in comparison I know myself to be in a pretty fortunate situation. So here it is, a self imposed creative regiment to help boost the little grey cells and get that brain of mine flexing and thinking with the best of them. This is how it works : I need to create something in writing everyday. Poem, short story, a story synopsis, something. Maybe a stream of thought. And to make things interesting, my prompt fo