there was just enough rain so far today that i have been miserable. i did happen to write 2 poems last night. i will take a look at everything tonight to get ready to send some poems out.
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night:
a delightful trip into the dark mind of an evil genius or simply the musings of an asshole
there was just enough rain so far today that i have been miserable. i did happen to write 2 poems last night. i will take a look at everything tonight to get ready to send some poems out.
here are your highlights from the NHL playoffs last night:
there was some rain early this morning. no wonder i woke up after 4 hours of sleep in pain. joy.
the New York Yankees won yesterday at home over Detroit, 5-2, in 8 innings. they are off tonight and start a series tomorrow night at home against the Astros.
i know most of you are celebrating or pretending to know what Cinco de Mayo is. for me, May 5th as of 9 years ago became the day we put my piece of shit father in the ground. as you can see, time heals all wounds has always been bullshit.
the New York Yankees won yesterday at home against Detroit, 5-3. hopefully, they will get the sweep today.
so, i wrote another 3 poems last night. that makes 17 in the last 5 days. these were some of my darker or darkest poems as i was not in a good headspace last night. try thinking of death for nearly 17 hours and see how good you feel while trying to write. but, i did get some decent sleep after that. so, away we go.
the Yankees won last night at home against Detroit, 2-1. nothing quite like a bottom of the ninth comeback. hopefully, they will win again today.
if there wasn't just enough rain in the area to drive my arthritis nuts, i might have actually had a good day. instead, i didn't. now, Kroger did get my Trulicity in, so that nightmare was avoided. of course, when i got back home, Rite Aid had texted me to tell me i had a prescription ready. so, i went back out to there. i got back home and i could hear the squirrels in the attic, in the garage area. i went outside to look and there was one staring down at me. i then walked over to the side of the house where the trap was. the trap was on the ground, nothing in it. so, now i'm wondering did they tear another hole in the roof to get in. i told mom to call Orkin. of course, they haven't shown up yet. damn flying rats.
by the way, i did write 3 more poems last night. hopefully, that will continue tonight as well.
the New York Yankees lost yesterday at Baltimore, 7-2. they start a series tonight at home against Detroit.
i love when i can open up the house in the morning and let the air flow. now, i know damn well it will be too hot soon enough that i won't be able to do this, so i'm hoping i can enjoy it today. i wrote 4 more poems last night before i went to bed. i am pretty happy that the flow has continued. no noises from the attic this morning and nothing in the trap on the roof. now i have to be sure to be aware of the smell of death... more poems i suppose.
the New York Yankees won last night at Baltimore, 2-0. hopefully, they will win again this afternoon.
mom had Orkin come out here today and sure enough, all the stuff they did didn't keep the squirrels out of the attic. so, now they have a trap set up to catch them and a special door on the roof where they were getting in. i guess, once they come out, they can't get back in. at least, in theory. the guy from Orkin was really surprised since the insulation they put in the attic is supposed to be very harmful for the squirrels. at least mom hasn't paid for any of this yet. so, yeah, that was my morning.
i did happen to write 3 more poems last night. i think i am slowly getting back into a groove. now, if i can double those numbers of 7 new poems into 15 or more by next week, i will be happy.
the New York Yankees lost last night at Baltimore, 4-2. hopefully, they will find a way to win tonight.
my poems "sadness becomes loneliness", "start the weekend", "two vapid souls", "a zombie apocalypse" and "a soft rain in the sunshine" have been published at Synchronized Chaos. you can read the poems by going here:
https://synchchaos.com/poetry-from-j-j-campbell-104/
i sat down last night, as it was raining, and started writing. i only had one line in my head, so i was interested to see where i would end up going. now, all the crutches were still there, dead father, neon, broken anything..., but i had a nice outburst. i got 4 poems written and typed up. i figure if i can do that a few nights each week for the next month or so, i should be able to have plenty to choose from again.
here are the 3 videos for this final day of national poetry month:
when i got up to take a piss this morning, it was 8:30 AM. i went to bed at 5 AM. i was tempted to fall back asleep, but i didn't. i put the dishes away, made some coffee and got going with my day. probably a good thing as the guys came to do the gutters around 10 AM. so, now we have leaf guards on the gutters. that should help with the squirrels and whatever else. i did manage a bit of a nap in my massage chair. but a 20 minute power nap didn't do that much for me.
here are your 3 videos for this day of national poetry month:
i heard back from Cristina at Synchronized Chaos on my recent poetry submission. my poems "sadness becomes loneliness", "start the weekend", "two vapid souls", "a zombie apocalypse" and "a soft rain in the sunshine" have been accepted for publication.
it was 70 degrees here before noon. that feels like summer to me.
i sent out 5 poems late last night to Synchronized Chaos. i have no clue if i will make the cut off for the issue on May 1st. my writer's block comes and goes more than ever before now. i think i probably need to have a great mind fuck to release a few demons.
below are your 3 videos for this day of national poetry month: